He asked if I'd like to dance. I accepted without hesitation. I have always liked the way older men hold you while slow dancing. It's like they are ...lready making love to you. We began dancing and by the end of the first song, I could fell Lou's cock bulging under his pants. It felt so good up against me. I rubbed my body up next to him even more so I could feel his growing erection. Lou pulled back for a moment and winked. Then he slid his hands down to my tits. Rubbing them and making. "Hermosas tetas," he said as he looked down my cleavage and pressed my boobs together. He slid his fingers under the straps of my dress and brushed them off my shoulders, sending it dropping to the floor. I didn't wear a bra that night and he kissed down my neck and collar bone to my breasts as he leant down to kiss and suck on my nipples. It felt so good and I stood there against the wall, letting the shivers course through my body with his touches. He stood up and unbuttoned his white dress. Anytime someone, especially a woman, was delving in to his personal life, he became cautious. ‘I shoplifted a copy of The Story of O,’ he said with a half-grin. Sara groaned and rolled over, annoyed at his flippant attitude. He admired her pale, rounded ass and laughed lightly. ‘What?’ he protested. ‘That’s a sex secret.’ ‘You’re making it up.’ Her words were muffled in the pillow. ‘Hell no, I’m not.’ Travis marched over to the bookshelf in the corner of the bedroom and hunted among its. He was much more attentive than my real father ever was, he took interest in my schooling, the sports I played, and he even gave me the talk about sex, even though I knew most of what he told me.I was eighteen this year, graduation then on to university, I still had not decided which one but I would stay close to home was my plan. Mom was a nurse and started working strictly night shifts; she was gone from eight at night till eight in the morning. Henry commented how he hated to sleep alone, he.