Then, I feel her warm fingers stroking my solid, erect member. Her fingertips draw down to the balls. She cups them lightly, tenderly rubbing the fles..., feeling them swell within her grasp. It seems to turn her on as her kisses because deeper, nearly swallowing my face. I gain a little distance by touching her waist, then sliding my hands up to cup her massive breasts. I push them up higher, getting the flesh to nearly roll over the opening in her dress to expose the dark, Hershey kiss colored. ”“I’ll take some water.” I filled a glass and took a seat at the bar. The music was still quite present. “What kind of music is this?”“Tango.”“Oh. Like the dance?”“Yes, for the dance, in fact. The music and movement go hand in hand. Argentine tango. Do you like to dance, Matt?”“Not at all.” Immediately I felt bad for so generally dismissing a liking of her profession. “I mean,” I added, feeling heat rising to my face, “I like to watch dancing, but I can’t do it myself.”Clara maintained her. " Courtney spoke the words that honestly I was thinking. It didn't make any sense at all, and yet it had happened."You know, there's one way to be sure." Trish smirked. She looked at me with a knowing sparkle, and then with no further preamble, kissed me.I think I was too shocked to do anything more than let her do so. It was Trish however, and after a moment of shock, I felt the familiar tease of her against my lips. I kissed her back, my hands loosening from their death grip on the fabric. That was enough to send me over the top and I shot strand after strand of white hot cum over my chest and onto my face and lips. ‘CLICK – CLICK – CLICK’ I really didn’t care any more. I was completely spent and satisfied. ‘Well, not bad for a virgin,’ she said, ‘but I’m sure you’ll get better with practice. And if you get really good, maybe I’ll be kind enough to arrange the real thing for you. I’ll bet you’d like that wouldn’t little slut, me bringing home a nice well hung black guy to share.