I turned to grind my ass against his crotch when I was my girl again. She was dancing too and she locked eyes again and smiled. We were close enough t...at I moved my dance to her. She smiled as we moved together to the music. I think my handsome man felt a little dejected but he was enjoying us dance. She made the next move by placing her hand on my hip. I nearly melted and my hand covered hers. The girl then pushed up against me rubbing her tits against mine. I could smell her sweet breath and. Somehow I had to stop our sexual relationship and wait until she turned eighteen. And, as deeply depressing as that thought was, watching her practice, seeing her move so gracefully, my heart racing just from observing her, I knew, if she loved me, she'd wait. That only made it harder.After practice I took her to Wilket Creek Park to wander through the tended Edwards Gardens. Late afternoon temperature was falling. I led Cassie into the ravine where we could stroll amongst tall maples and oaks. I could sense her passion growing, and smell her arousal. She untied her robe and smoothly slid it off her shoulders. Slipping her arms from the sleeves she lay naked next to him. I could see the swell of her hips and the silky texture of her skin. The heave of her chest betrayed her excitement. My heart was racing. I watched his shaking hand touch her bare breast for the first time, squeezing and gently pinching. I could see her nipples harden under his fingers as he pulled them. He caressed. . I just never... Either the time wasn't right... Or the guy... Or the place..."Rose Ann shrugged and pointed the bottle and an accusing finger at me. "And you! You gutless piece of shit! I thought when we moved in together that..."Rose Ann stopped and took another deep hit from the bottle. Coughing and sputtering, her temper flared hotter as she pointed a finger at me again and angrily declared, "But you and your damned British honor... You fucking asshole! Christ Almighty, we're drunk and.