I closed my eyes again.Almost immediately, someone was calling my name. "John? John? Open your eyes."I managed to open them again. This time the one-t...-six people over me was a grey-bearded black guy. He voice was still distorted, but it was more English than gibberish."Very good!" He nodded. "Ok, John, do you understand what I'm saying?" I started to speak and got the pain spikes again. I tried to nod, but that was even worst. "Ok. Let try this: squeeze my hand once." I wasn't even sure where. Her hands were on each side of my face, as I kissed the smooth, shaved skin above her vagina. I laid back, she grabbed the front of my boxers, and tugged them down. She kissed the base of my penis. My pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and shaven. I was semi-hard. I had imagined getting a blowjob from her for years, but now that I was on the brink of javing my dream come true, I didn’t want it any longer. I wanted to have sex with her. To so her how much I care about her. The real reason for sex.. At the same time, he skillfully slid his finger as softly as a feather into the crook behind my knee and down my leg. His kisses began to linger as he planted them further and further up my thigh. Then, as lightly as a soft breeze he kissed my panties over my pussy lips where a sexy damp patch had begun to form. I could tell he was savouring my sweet, sexy smell and I felt my clit tingle with excitement at the soft, wet feel of his tongue through my underwear. Gently taking the hem of my. “Did you enjoy the little show?”“I think everyone did,” I replied.We carried on dancing, our bodies rubbing firmly against one another as Emily got more and more into her dancing. Every few minutes, she would do another spin or two and I’m sure I was not the only one enjoying those brief flashes.As she ground her lithe body against mine I was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. Her firm ass or hip would rub against my cock, teasing me until she felt it stiffening, then pulling away.