It was equal parts intimidating and exciting as we danced. There was no doubt who was in charge. We must have danced for at least an hour, maybe two, ...ithout stopping or changing partners. My buzz wore off before he turned me around to face him. He had a strong jawline, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. “We’re going upstairs,” he said over the din of the music and rowdy partygoers. One thing was clear—it was not a question. I nodded dumbly as he began to lead me to the stairs.“Wait!” I cried. Wandering back across the road I couldn't help but think about being a lot of years younger, and the prospect of hitting on her.Back home, I returned to working on my laptop at the table in the window. Glancing up, I saw Paula drawing the curtains in the lounge, and clearly, she saw me too, because she gave me a little wave before the curtains closed. A little later her upstairs bedroom was half-lit from the light being turned on above the staircase. She obviously went into the bathroom because. Fuck you. Though, I have to admit I was curious. It's always fascinating to me to see what others come up with that I've never thought of. I'm guessing Donna could teach me a thing or two."How do you think she's doing?" Marco asked. "That floor mat was fucking evil."I nodded. "A friend of mine suggested it a few years ago and I've kept the idea around ever since. Daisy was the perfect candidate to try it out." I'll say. She's fucking twisted," Mark said. "Never saw anyone who came at it like. "Hey," Misty exclaimed; then reached between Janet's lips and Ralph's gaping fly and closed her small hand around the throbbing shaft.Ralph put his right hand on Janet's head and stroked Misty's back with his left. "I must be dreaming," he groaned. He unfastened the button on Misty's left hip and leaned left to grip her hip below the pelvic bone. "I've got to be dreaming."Misty leaned toward him. Her right hip slid out of her shorts as she twisted to watch Janet work more than half of his shaft.