Hers were descendants of the earliest settlers in the New World, in the history books, her great grandfather had a paragraph devoted to his exploits a... did her grandfather. Her father’s exploits graced the tabloid gossip pages, the articles focused on his womanizing and his penchant for marrying the wrong women time and time again. His father killed himself one day and the family’s grip on the social ladder slipped. No more private school or dancing classes. They moved. His mother remarried. They were massaging their side of my body. Got a good hand, shoulder, neck and back massage. Felt nice with four hands working on my body at a time.Then came the leg massage. They just touched my ass and went straight to my legs. They massaged my calf and then moved up to the thighs. Slowly while massaging my things they started feeling up my ass. I have a soft ass. They were now fully concentrating on my ass. One taking care of each of my ass cheeks. They were massaging it…squeezing it. And I better check her more often.Hey, wait a minute... Why would Kendra think to check my bag in the first place? Maybe because SHE'S cheating by taking undies in HER bag. Damn! What if she is? Hmmm... If she is, then I can't say anything about HER going through MY bag or she'll apologise piously and we'll all agree to make it a rule not to check bags. Damn! Damn! Damn! She's too fucking clever. Maybe she planned it that way, never in the least expecting ME to be cheating. Finding the stupid. Again he explored as much of my bottom as I would allow. Again he urged me against his hard cock, held tight inside those slim jeans. Again, I let myself relax and enjoy the dance and his careful caresses.We talked and laughed together in spite of the loud music. In the slow dances, his movements were smooth and more than slightly erotic as he encouraged our bodies to slip and slide together. My nakedness under the dress made it seem even more erotic as his thigh pressed between mine, hiking my.