Ever since the eighth grade I had wanted to be her man, but I had never worked up the courage. But tonight would be different. As soon as the next slo... dance came up, I would stride right over to where she was and ask her to dance!Sure, it wasn’t a very big deal, but it was the first step and it had to be taken. And just my luck, a slow dance was coming up. Suddenly I found myself in second thought land. What if she said no? That would be embarrassing… What if I screwed up? Again, embarrassing…. Without letting go of his balls I lead him away from the courtyard and down an alley until we came to a doorway. There was still people passing by at the end of the alley but that spurred me on even more. With me against the door on my knees he held up his kilt to give me full access to his cock. I licked my lips and spat on his cock as I took him into my mouth. He was quite thick and about 7 inches in length and tasted great! I continued to pull on his balls with my left hand as my right. I need it right now. Her brother was home from school but she was almost sure he had a girl with him. Then she heard the lawnmower in the backyard, pulled on the top of her flimsy baby dolls, tossed back her carefully dyed hair, it was now platinum, licked her lips and hurried down the stairs, barefoot, new boobs bouncing, pussy already warm and wet, in need of more friction.In the kitchen sat her lusty mother, looking happy and sipping coffee. Did you do him? the girl asked, sure her limber. A guy in his mid twenties hit up on her. He does take her out to the dance floor. I can see my wife is enjoying the company of another man. Something she has not done for 15 years. She flirts with him some while sitting back at her chair. She did give me a good show with the young guy. He did leave to go talk to a friend who just walked in.As soon as he left a good looking guy close to 50 years old closed in on her. He takes her out on the dance floor. Again she gives me a good show flirting.