Suddenly she stopped the music. "All of you," she said, "dancing is a contact sport. You can't dance properly unless you are close enough for the men ...o lead and they can only do that with their chests and a bit of help from their left arm. Ladies, don't be coy. I'm not asking anyone to misbehave but, as I say, dancing means body contact so don't be shy. Now, back into the hold."Her assistants went back into action. Tom went puce with embarrassment when he was told he was holding Becca much too. That means I then become a possible reprisal target.’ Betsy looked at Kenny. ‘I’m being advised both by Kenny and another former military intelligence specialist Mike Street…’ ‘What, the taxi driver with the beer belly?’ exclaimed Matilda. ‘I find that difficult to believe, especially when comparing him with Kenny who looks like a mean, well-oiled fighting machine.’ ‘He was a strategist, sitting behind a desk, mom. I worked in the field.’ ‘So that makes him good?’ ‘Despite his fat gut he. I stood motionless, mesmerized at the sight of her wide-spread knees and the perfect ass cheeks that framed her gushing wet pussy as she kneeled on the bed, servicing her husband's enormous dick. By the dim light of the bedside lamp, I could see the wetness streaming down the smoothness of her inner thighs. I held my breath at the sight of such a perfectly sexy beauty, eagerly pleasing her man, with no idea that I was only fifty yards away across the street, holding my breath as my rock hard. Here she was, mostly naked, still in the glow of the expert tonguing he had just given her, stroking his hard-on, and absent-mindedly licking her lips. He did indeed look delicious, and he made her feel so good with his mouth, but could she really do the same for him? She shook all doubt from her mind and popped the ice cubes into her mouth, suddenly ravenous.At that moment, a brilliant white light filled the cab, an immense explosion of thunder shook the truck violently, and then the Drive-in.