How would he take it if I put my hand on his arm, if I simply rested it there? I could lay it there only for a second. What would he do? Would he free...e? Get shy? Take it as an invitation? She almost does it. No, no, no! This is getting absurd. It’s time to go back in. They don’t. Different music begins, something slow and familiar that she can’t quite place. He asks, ‘Dance?’ and takes her hand at almost the same instant. Inside her the alarm bells go off, clanging in the night, warning her. "Oh, yes Honey. It's great." She said.Susan felt her orgasm approaching and began to thrust madly against John. She locked her heels behind his thighs and slammed her cunt up against him. She began grunting out "Unh, Unh, Unh" every time he slammed into her and bottomed out. She came with a scream and held herself tightly against John while her cunt clasped and released him repeatedly.As her final contractions were occurring Susan felt John slam into her one more time and hold himself tightly. I wouldn’t give up all this time and continued to look at her with lusty eyes.We completely stopped talking but I didn’t stop to look at her. Whenever I got a chance I would stare at her voluptuous melons, I would preferably call them mountains. Her usual reaction was not to give a fuck as it was a habit for us, I staring at her melons, she not giving a fuck, she never asked why or what I used to look in her. Her best part was her wide glimmering chest with beautiful contours at shoulder region. "For me, too. It kind of came out of nowhere, but that's, well... that's what made it really exciting. I wanted it all of a sudden, and I felt comfortable asking you." I liked it," she said with a shrug. "It was really very cool. I'm glad we-you did it. Fulfilling your fantasies is what this is all about, right?" She went to her knees, and made wide, circular sweeps with the sponge on my tummy, sides, and up underneath my breasts. "We," she had said, and stopped herself. I liked the fact that.