We kiss, lips barely touching. Your tongue licks the top of my lip gently. As we look over the menu, your right hand finds my left knee and gently rub... the inside. I don't say a thing or push you away. Your fingers are moving in circles, traveling further up my thigh. My breath quickens, my nipples become evident through my dress.I never take my eyes off the menu. You start to feel the moistening of my pussy through my panties. I open my thighs invitingly as your middle finger strokes my. It seemed forever before the ‘R’s were called, and the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank. She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I hope I’m matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing, his face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais. ‘Danica Soress,’ the voice demanded, and Lenei stood a little. You had no idea who might be able to see or who might even be watching from other buildings and you didn't care. You leaned back into his other arm and spread your legs for him. He continued for a short while, then slid up to your pants button and began to undo your them. He popped the button open, then slowly lowered your zipper. Next he asked you to "please stand up". You did and he lowered your pants and panties in one smooth motion. "Very very nice. Please sit here." he said as he tapped. ‘What happened?’ I asked him. ‘She was perfect when she left.’ ‘Apparently, she wasn’t, Lance,’ he said. He took a drink of his whiskey and looked at me again. ‘Look, Lance… I’m sorry for dumping it on you like that. I should have been more sensitive.’ I shook my head. ‘No… It’s okay. I mean, I asked for it.’ ‘We went dancing,’ my father said, staring at his glass. I looked at him for a moment. ‘Dancing? You dance?’ He chuckled. ‘Yes. We used to, your mom and I. It was something we did every.