Kalista turned around and was listening to everything.I said, “So, we need to be back at Cotillion Wednesday and Friday this week and Monday and Wed...esday next week. Our upcoming competition is Thursday next week. I am not sure where, but my mom says it’s three hours east of us. Claire, I thought we would do the Tango at this next competition. How does that sound to you?”“Great, X,” she replied. “I know we won’t win every time we enter, but it sure is a lot of fun to win. What time tomorrow did. I too enjoyed it, it got me wet too, but I did not show it explicitly. While massaging me, sometimes he used to purposefully caress my Arse (36) and even massage my boobs (34). I used to enjoy it with closed eyes but inside I knew his eyes would be moving around filling themselves with more arousing beautiful sights of 18/19 bubblings to 30 something hotties. That occupied space around us. I never thought of it to be something that could threaten our relationship. I was so wrong. Our biggest. So she blew me while I instructed her on how I like it. I came several times myself that night.She moved in with me two days later (and after two days of steady and very intense sex. I mean, in every room, indoors, outdoors, with food...) and we lived together for over a year before she moved out to California to study nursing. I still hear from her on occasion but she's married and pregnant again and it's hardly the same. Still, I masturbate to her memory frequently. I have several nude. Your coat swings open. I see your erect cock, and its beautiful. I lick my lips, an unconscious reaction, and I blush when I realise. You smile wide as you push your cock back in your boxers and do up your fly, beckoning me. Do you want me to come out there? I mouth at you, gesturing with my hands, and you nod, a wry smile on your face. I sit up further so you can see the curve of my waist and arse, and you rub your cock through your trousers. Is it aching? Does it want to fuck me? I think it.