My pussy grew wet. I sighed and just wanted to melt away into his arms. To just relax into his embrace. My hips wiggled, rubbing my ass against his cr...tch.He had a hard bulge.“I think you need a break,” Sven said. He kissed my neck.“Doing what?” I asked, my voice a sultry purr.“What did we do when we were students here?”I shuddered and let out a wanton groan, remembering those happy memories from several years ago. Sven had transformed my life when I came to study at the University. He. The platform tilted back a bit, leaning in a 60 degree angle this time.Something like feathers began slowly teasing her sensitive nubs back into hardness. She sighed aloud at the feeling and felt her heat begin to rise again.She felt a small dildo, almost the size of a finger, begin to move slowly across her slit, massaging it. Gently, oh so gently.Too gently.She tried to buck against it, but no, she couldn't move at all. It just began to vibrate, ever so little.She heard another whir, and each. Sally Anne's skirt looked wonderful and her blouse allowed herpretty bra to show through reminding me of her pretty lingeriebelow.We picked up our drinks and went downstairs. I went first andseeing how the wrap around skirt billowed out to expose thepetticoat I quickly turned when at the bottom to enjoy the view. As Sally Anne came down her skirt billowed up and the petticoatrose just enough to expose a hint of her stocking tops which wasalmost more sexy than seeing everything.As we were. I could grope a dancer as well as the next man, or woman. Hands would slide round from behind, holding your thighs as their groin ground against your backside. One hand rising to cup and hold a breast the other trying to stray higher from the thigh, as high as you'd allow it to go before stopping them.Face to face, breast to breast, groin to groin, arms wound round the neck of your dancing partner. Swaying together in a bump and grind that their mind never truly sensed and mine fighting against.