She put on a CD and asked me to dance with her. She was wearing a thin summer dress that came halfway down her thighs and covered very little of her l...rge tits. Her nipples protruded invitingly and I'd noticed earlier the she was wearing her sexiest French hip-hugging panties I was wearing a T-shirt and light cotton pants with an elastic waist-band, without underwear.The music was soft and we danced slowly and silently holding each other tight. I had my left hand on her tail-bone and my right. She smiled, approving of the results. Then came the shoes. The high heels. I didn't really want to wear them, but knew that I could handle them without any real problems and that it was expected. I didn't complain as I slipped them on, then stood up, making sure I had my balance. Making a quick walk around the room, I was satisfied that they were on right and that I wouldn't have any problems walking. Next came the makeup. I think that this was Anne's favorite part, making me sit still while. “Oh, I’m fine, I’m just stretching myself before I begin my workout. I am feeling in the mood for an intense workout, so I need a good stretching or I’ll be sore tomorrow. Who am I k**ding, I’ll be sore regardless. It has been a while since I’ve pumped the weights and I think a good pumping is in order.” She giggled after she said that.I said, “If I were the suspicious type I could gather enough innuendo and double entendres from what you just said to convince a divorce court of bad. Allowing his hands to explore further down he coated her belly with the slippery oil. The sensation of his fingers sliding so easily over her made him grin. As he rubbed the oil over her sides she giggled and squirmed and he started to laugh. There was no where for her to go to...she was staying in place. He continued until she could barely breath and then allowed her to rest.He loved the way his white hands looked on her skin, such a sexy contrast. He slid them further down and parted her.