She turned around to see Charles standing at her elbow."Oh, it's spectacular!" she responded enthusiastically."Would you like to dance?" Oh, I don't k...ow how," she said regretfully. She would have loved to try the prim and proper dancing that they were doing: A choreographed picture of perfection."How do you know?" Charles asked. Good point, she thought, but before anything else could be said, Finley walked up to them."Look who I ran into," he said presenting a young man, about Cynara's age. It. .. as there are here now," she giggled again. "As you can see, the table on this side of the room is a comfortable dining spot for us and for our guest. The kitchen is modest, but I am not much of a cook. Should you need it, the salle de bain is at the end behind the kitchen. It is a bit more luxurious than you might expect, but a girl has to pamper herself where it counts. Here, we enter the private quarters. My study." Wow! If I may say, I understand fully how you would want a space like this. Was a bit romantic but I didnt want to jump the guns...we couldnt decide on what to. so next so we sat there for a few minutes going back and forth on what we should do. Finally I kind of gave in and said you know what let me take you home. On the way home I decided to show her my old workplace.. While pulling up to the place I couldnt help myself I just touched her chest and I realized that she was not pushing me away or saying no as usual... I was like, this is it... Im taking advantage this. . Oh, holy shit!" And he stopped stropping his cock over her drooling clitoris, grinding his pubic bone mercilessly against her cunt.Now that it was too late to stop him, Valerie managed to kick her feet loose from the belt of the housecoat. Weakly, her thighs quivering as though she had been gripped by an epileptic seizure, she threw her legs around her father-in-law's tense buttocks and ground her mushy cunt up at him. The fiery swirl of electricity seemed to have coiled itself in a tingling.