.dancing..we started to walk home together..her hands kept brushing my arm…her fingers touching me, she asked if i wanted to come in her house for a...drink…as we got in the front door she told me to go through and sit in the lounge… I sat down on the sofa, head back, eyes closed…suddenly i realised Amy was in front of me, she leaned down to stroke my face then kissed me gently…i couldn’t believe how turned on i was…i started to kiss her back..more passionately, she suddenly stopped, her husband. I struggled and huffed and puffed until I felt myself growing faint. Suddenly she seemed to realize what was happening. Her hands relaxed and she turned my face upward. I gulped in fresh air gratefully.She said, "Sorry, sugar, guess mama just got "carrot" away. Come on, now, poke me with yore broom handle."Slowly I began moving, generating a pathetic fucking motion but managing some friction between us. If it hadn't been for the brick wall, I would never have been able to stop her descents but. She looked back in dismay at Rory. He was talking to a tall, blonde well-endowed girl — probably a “Swedesa” as the Greeks called all Scandinavians.The dance floor was so crowded that Maggie didn’t need to worry about her lack of dancing skill. She just stood and shook her body, and held her arms up and felt other people rubbing against her. Rory was dancing now with the young, beautiful Scandinavian whose unrestrained breasts bounced like basketballs.She frowned. The likelihood that Rory would. As I turn from arranging a box on the growing pile, I catch Nathan's gaze centered squarely on my ass. The sudden realization that he's been looking, checking me out, sends a ripple of arousal from pussy to nipples. I'm a little surprised, but extremely pleased that he would look at me that way. His eyes suddenly meet mine, and he knows I've caught him looking. He should be grateful I can't see the blush of embarrassment. I simply smile and carry on like nothings happened. He's quiet. As we.