By now I had started calling her ‘Vinita’ and not ‘Bai’ and she didn’t mind that. Every day there would be new touches. The day the cylinder...was delivered, I asked her to help her carry it up to my room. The way up had the speed breakers of me touching her hands, holding her from behind tight, pretending to help her. A new version of the old rhyme came to me: Jack and Jill went up the stairs carrying a cylinder; Jill was smart and Jack got hard and then they had a good time. When we had to push. The last bit she said out loud to my surprise and her Aunt, Joy, responded - yes John, I'm afraid it isn't as tight as Mary's, we were just comparing, and I might need to be given a good fisting by you instead of fucking if you don't measure up to her husband. Well, as I knew I didn't I was happy to concede on that front, and fisting was something that sounded fun, but what would we use for lube? It had occurred to me that some of the cum warming on the hotplate would be ideal, and I told Mary. On the way backhe met me about halfway, slipped his arm around my waist, and asked meto dance!"Oh, I'm a terrible dancer! I'll step all over your feet!" I'm wearing steel toed boots Carol, you can't hurt me, so lets give ita whirl."With that, he took my hand and I found myself dancing with him! Neverhaving danced with a guy before, I was very concerned that I would dosomething wrong, but, I managed to follow him reasonably well, and hesaid nothing about my ineptness. After the dance, and just. He kissed her so sweetly she thought her heart would overflow. He cradled her face in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. He said, slowly, with great feeling, "Mother. Lover. Mine."He kissed her again, hungrily. She felt overwhelmed with desire. He slipped his hands down to her waist and then back up again, taking her blouse with them. He pulled it off her arms and threw it on a pile. Then his hands swept back down her body again, this time taking her skirt with them. She stepped out of.