Damiens fingers twisted in the side of my shirt, and he began turning me so that my back was against his torso. I continued dancing to the rhythm, my ...ips keeping pace with the rhythm and probably moving a bit suggestively. He seemed to appreciate this, because he began pressing more firmly against me, and his head leaned down towards my neck. ‘Maybe it’s the alcohol kicking in, or maybe it’s because you’ve got me so hot… but, you’re feeling really good right about now.’ he said into my ear. I. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and leaned in to the point we were almost kissing. "Oh yes please," I replied and ground against his groin.His hand, the second hand of the night, found its way under my dress and to my plump pussy.He raised an eyebrow and said, "No panties? Looks like you were waiting for this tonight." He slid a finger in me. "And oh so wet already!" Yes, definitely. I've been thinking about you and hopping on your large dick all night," I fibbed.I leaned back so he. We haven’t picked out names or finished the nursery. We don’t have a plan of action on how to alert the relatives …’ I paused. That last one sounded lame even to me. But I was in too deep to stop now. ‘We don’t have time to frolic around on golf courses on a perfectly good Saturday.’ ‘First of all, I do not frolic. Secondly, it’s business. And jeesh, Mag, we have plenty of time.’ He was right of course, but I didn’t want to tell him that. I had hoped to spend the day together, that’s all it was. Isometimes wish I could do the same. Come in dear. We'll have a cup of teawhile we wait for Dorothy, and you can tell me all about what you havebeen up to," Joyce said.We wandered in to the kitchen, and Joyce put the kettle on. I told herall about how things had been going, about the new flat, about what itwas like living with Gwen now it was just the two of us, and all about myfirst day at school.She told me about her latest work, translating some obscure text. I liked talking to Joyce, she.