I'm from Martinsville just here for a visit so thought Isee what your club was like."We were dancing a slow dance and I did everything I could do but ...limb hisframe. I rubbed my body on his and held him so tight we were like oneperson, dancing around the floor. I began to feel a little bulge againstmy stomach and rubbed it when ever I could without being to obvious. Ardenstarted responding by pushing it harder and harder against me.When the band started playing faster songs we headed for a. She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end rang. And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled to suppress the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue."Hi, {ahemmm} this is Janet, can I {cough} speak with my husband." She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled her legs up over the arms of the chair and began to slide his hand over her ass. She shouldn't bother hiding her activities, he thought. Everyone who works with Ben knows how you two operate.. Trying to compose myself was more difficult than it should have been. Hearing her say "Hi Dad", then coming over and giving me a quick hug, I couldn't help but mentally undress her as I asked her if she wanted to help me with dinner before Sandy came home.For the next half hour while we were preparing dinner conducting small talk, I was so conflicted between the Dad I was a mere couple of weeks ago and the Dad I had turned into. It seemed as though every time there was a pause in our. Mmmm–S-Shes sucking my ass!!! Connies head went between Donnas wide spread thighs as she hooked her knees behind her elbows. She had Donna pinned well it looked like. Her face in the Cherokees crotch was too much for Sandra to remain on my lap. She stood and began to pace around the big bed, taking advantage of all the angles. Her towel was dropped by my chair and her fingers played in her moistness. Sandra bent low to Connies upturned ass cheeks and kissed each one as she stared at her.