We moved together slowly and sensually, and as we danced, I dared to hope that this would turn into something more. I looked around the hall, and ever...one else was busy dancing to the slow number with their partners and 2-3 were enjoying their drinks in another corner.Slowly, I moved my cheek away from hers and looked at her. My lips were slightly parted, and I leaned towards her to capture her juicy lips with my own. It looked like my all those years fantasies were coming true, thanks to my. Yes, if he’s available.”“Sorry, he has a class tonight. He won’t get home until ten or so, our time.”“That’s one our time. I don’t think so. When would be good? I need to speak to him about a job.”“Sounds interesting. Anything you can tell me?” she asked.“Not just yet. Probably later.”“Sounds very mysterious! He’s home all afternoon tomorrow. I’ll let him know you called. You want him to call you?”I thought a second and answered, “No, I’ll call him. After one, okay?”“Should be. After one our. You sorta reminded me of him, because you are such a sweet, but hunky man. I never figured out why I wanted you so much, until last night. You had the same cock, the same kindness, and I hoped subconsciously, the same insatiable libido. I love a stud, because my best lover until you, my Dad, was a stud, which was how he always made my Mom so hot for him. I wonder if she ever suspected it.Anyway, he started fucking me after finding my boyfriend's condoms, and he told me to keep screwing my. By this time I was totally hard and she was just touching and poking it all over. I couldn’t help moaning and this startled her and I looked at her and she run away really fast. I called her back and said she’d left her ruler, paper, and pencil in here. She came back and was the redist I’d ever seen her. I said it was OK to be curious as it was just natural. She sat on the bed and just couldn’t stop apologising, I kept telling her its OK. So to help I asked if she like what she’d seen and she.