I quickly got dressed and went to BallroomDancer.com, (real!) to see which steps I wanted to add to our various routines and there was a knock on my b...droom door.Rather than my usual ‘come in,’ I asked, “Who is it?”“It’s Claire, Charles ... Annie and my mom said I should come up and talk to you. We need to talk.”“Just a minute — All right?”I was feverishly picking up all that I could ... then after surveying the area I said, “Come on in, Claire.”“Hey, Loverboy,” she said as she started to close. Friday morning I phoned round all my mates but they were either working or out of town. Fuck, this was going to be boring.Before heading off to the Army, my best mate Nick had loaned me three cassette tapes - no downloads or CDs in those days. I phoned the truck dealership where he worked but was told he was away in Manchester until Monday at some sort of trade show. Nick had married a girl called Debbie in the spring of that year, a girl I'd always fancied but she was out of my league. As. Her big ass was fun to play with as well. I grabbed it and lightly spanked it. She asked me to continue and I did. I saw how neat her ass-hole was and gave her a short rimjob. I then went back to licking her pussy again, exploiting the other position to use some other tricks. It worked wonders. Not too long and she started shaking, just before her second orgasm came. She fell flat on her belly in pleasure.I gave her a short back rub. I had feared she may be tired, but Marichka had made note she. The only time this cardinal rule was broken was when there was an important social event or dance that evening, on these rare occasions you might see the women doing some last-minute shopping in rollers.For the most part young ladies in question would do their utmost to ensure that the eye makeup, the lipstick, the hair, high heels were well cared for, stylish and the best of her ability, a complete ensemble. This is the way I remember the ladies of the 1950s, one in particular my neighbor. Her.