' "Yep. Sure is," I thought. Hopping down, I pulled you to the dance floor, joining Jeff and Kari. I unbuttoned my shirt, letting you snuggle your war... breasts against my chest, while dancing. Jeff, liked the idea, and did the same with Kari. Kari had a beautiful, tight ass, and I kept sneaking glances over your shoulder, watching as Jeff cupped the little, rounded cheeks. This just made me, that much hotter, as you ground your crotch against mine. Jeff looked up, after a while, observing.. Then he started bringing up the subject occasionally, suggesting we should spice things up. We do all the normal stuff, but he was talking about things I didn't really have an interest in. Bondage, leather get-ups and whips, all that sort of thing.I don't think of myself as a prude--I have given him oral sex after all, so it wasn't the fact that he wanted me to spank me or whatever that made me angry. What got me upset was when started to talk about this old girlfriend of his. A woman named. We kissed. Linda continued sliding her hand along my cock. I let my hands slide up to her breasts. They were firm, full, well more than a handful. Linda straddled me, kissed me hard, arms now around my neck. My hand slid down her sides, onto her ass cheeks. Only the thin bikini bottom between us. I kept my hands on her ass, holding her to me. Our tongues met, explored, tasting, testing. My now hard cock trapped between us, she broke our kiss to lean back, sliding down to free my cock, then. ” Is this what you do when you come here every week” I said “how would you like it if I put on your underwear and masturbated myself in them” while I was saying this I had picked up Chantelle’s white cotton panties and sports bra and started to undress myself to put them on. By this time Chantelle was standing there watching me with tears running down her face and not realizing she was slowly rubbing her pussy. I was now dancing in front of the mirror pulling her panties up the crack of my.