He was wearing a white long sleave shirt, loose fitting dress slacks, and his excitement was already beginng to show in his trousers. They hit the dan...e floor, and right away she started her little game. She made eye contact with him, with a seductive smile and kept him locked in her gaze. Her dancing seemed like foreplay and he was digging it. She would would wiggle her hips with her hands above her head, move in close to him, grab his waist and press her stuff against himd. Her goal was to. I came back and she was dressed in sweats and tshirt, laying on my bed. I laid down next to her and we chatted for a bit.She rolled over on her side and I rolled to face her. She was laying on the same pillow and kissed her on the cheek. She put her, arm around me and pulled me close. Our lips met and we just kissed for a few minutes. I tried to french kiss her and she said "I don't like tongues in my mouth." We went back to kissing and she grabbed my cock thru my sweats. She asked if I. She stood and took the empties and walked to the kitchen. I watched her with a smile. She had put on the shirt and a pair of panties after her shower. That wasn't unusual, I mean that's how we grew up. We weren't shy around each other.She plopped beside me with two more beers when she returned. We drank and watched TV till late. Every now and then she would wrap her arms around mine and give me a squeeze. I think we fell asleep after about five beers. The television was still on when we woke. It was a strange, musky experience - even intoxicating by its "naughtiness."Finally, we locked our loins together. Willie took me into her most special place, and it was so natural. Even though emphasis was on cock and pussy, she was not about to let me ignore her breasts. Because she was 9 inches shorter than I, I used my stomach (and its fine hair) to stimulate her breasts. She later said it was the first time any man had done that for her.What seemed to be momentary was actually a good part.