On the way out to the car I asked Donna, "Do you want to bowl or watch on Sunday?"I got an even fussier answer than I'd expected, "I want to play on y...ur lane, of course." I'll need to check that Julia hasn't already promised all those slots away. If not, sure."Turning the car around necessitated driving on the street, so the seatbelts went on before the engine did. Donna thought I was OTT, and I told her, "You should get into the habit with me. And with everyone else too, come to that." --. ‘You wanna do some dirty dancin’ with me?’ ‘Ah…no…I…I’d rather…I’d rather not,’ Karen replied warily. She started backing away from him, but Paul kept moving toward her. She bumped into a chair and couldn’t go back any farther and when she did, Paul grabbed her around the waist, pulled her against him, and began rotating his hips in an exaggerated sexual movement. ‘Yeah, Momma, this is better than that slow dancing crap, ain’t it?’ he chortled. He slid his hands down, cupped her bottom, and. Alas for Jason, at some level he still loved Zoe. That was why he needed to speak with her, his hope to close the open wounds in his heart and justify his subsequent actions to himself. ‘Jason?’ the voice called to his ears. Jason returned to the present with a start. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I was just remembering.’ Zoe smiled a little half-smile, ‘I understand. That’s all I do anymore — remember and regret.’ Jason needed to start the conversation again. Zoe might leave at any time, and there was still. He knew what would happen if anyone found out he'd skinny dipped with his 10th grade niece. So he sat down and hid his erection from her while she called him chicken, and a party pooper and a few other things. Still, by the time they left, she hadn't seen what she'd done to him and he felt inordinately proud of that for some reason.Of course he was in pain. His balls were bursting as he fantasized about sliding his prick between those puffy pink pussy lips she'd flashed at him and dumping his.