I could still feel their emotions, which gave me an advantage."How do you even know I can dance? And are you sure I wanted to go? What if I'd wanted a...other recounting of the Valentine's Day dance?" I said this all in a reasonable tone, not that any of it wasn't true and I was enjoying the thought of dancing with him; the questions just needed to be asked."I've seen you dance before, though the circumstances weren't what I would call typical and I actually kind of felt bad. You weren't. We swayed to the music in unison, Dave’s strong hands holding me to him as he stroked my body from my neck to my butt in the ultimate of dirty dancing. My own hands roamed freely over the musculature of his back, over his tight butt then around the front of him to fondle his heavy balls and stroke along the length of his fully extended cock. As I breathed in the heady aroma of his male scent from the crook of his neck and felt the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of my teddy, I could. She lay back and I sucked her clit and ran my tongue over and around. She bragged the back of my head and dug her hands iinto the back of my shoulders as she shudderedShe pushed my face back and collapsedAs she began to regain her breathing I moved in. I slid on top of her and entered her easily. She was moist from my licking"Wow, you're bigger than Brian"I took her tits in my hands and sucked a nipple as I long stroied her. She began moaning again. I had to stop at times because I was losing. Her aunt had other ideas on the matter as she stormed into the bedroom. Ripping back the covers, she ordered, "Okay, that's it, get your little ass out of that bed! You've wallowed in self- pity long enough. I've got a tub of water heated for you. You're going to take a bath, and then we're going to get out of this gloomy house for a while."Lana tried to grab for the covers, wanting to hide back away, but her persistent aunt was having none of it. She had cried on her aunt's shoulder, telling.