He then asked to dance a slow song and then whispered to her he hoped she didn't mind him telling her but thought she was really hot. She laughed and ...old him she was old enough to be his mother so she didn't mind at all. He added she was sexier than the girls his age, She asked him why he thought that and he said girls his age never dress up in hot dresses and pantyhose and he loved that. She could feel his hardness against her to realize she better stop dancing with him before she got herself. It gave her a very European look, but why was that a surprise. Her heritage was French and I could see that in her pale blue eyes and patrician nose. She had the body of an athlete and the liquid moves of a seductress. There was nothing outrageous about her physical appearance, but as a whole, it was perfect. She could easily have graced the cover of a magazine.Her suggestion that I accompany her to Tahoe and stay with the Smiths was both unexpected and slightly worrisome. There was no doubt. .. If i close my eyes hard enough i can almost feel her breath on my hot wet core... When i open them to see if shes there, my heart aches and I fuck myself harder trying to push away the pain. Or should i say replace the mental pain with physical pain....I could forgive her, i would do anything say anything but her eyes are so cold now, when i see her i feel like my sick mind is playing tricks on me.. Shes not the same!In my darkest hours I think of him fucking her.. His big hairy dick. They wondered what kind of man she was attracted to. Hypothetically, they asked, which of us would she desire the most? She thought a minute and looked right at me. "I believe Pete is the sexiest man I've ever met." Stunned, they looked at me and one declared, "You have to be kidding! Why?" He just is," she replied.On the way to our rooms, she stopped me. She hoped she hadn't embarrassed me with her comments. "I had to be honest," she said. I told her that I was stunned, that no one had ever.