He watched my every move.I got a bit cheeky and I said you obviously like what you see. Dont be embarrassed. I like what I can see too.He laughed and ...aid I am impressed with the art work – it looks nice.I said funny that – you are not the first to comment on it. I like to keep it trim and tidy. I dislike the look of girls who shave it all off or leave the bush, unless they trim it short.He said Jan does the same as you – she has a strip at the moment – but I must tell her I like the way you. And she agreed.First, we started dancing keeping some distance. It was Bollywood night and after some time they started playing slow songs. I put my hands in her waist and pulled her towards me. Our bodies were touching and we were making slow movements.I whispered in her ears, “Punishment for coming late in kissing me on lips on the dance floor.” She asked is it a punishment or a dare. I said whatever you think. She laughed and slowly came and kissed on lips for a second and separated. I said. I’m Alison.’‘Such a pretty name,’ you say softly, running your eyes over my face and body – and I can feel your gaze lingering on the ripe swell of my tits, as you add ‘... for such a pretty babe.’Oh, yes! It may be an old line, but the old ones work just fine – and when said in your slightly husky tone, and with that sultry look in your eye, I’m falling for it for sure … of course, I probably would even if you recited the railway timetable or the Mets batting averages, but it’s the thought. Shesaid that I no longer had a right to it. What did shemean? I didn't feel I'd ever had any right to her. Iwasn't the most feminist-friendly man in the world,but I'd never considered that I 'owned' Julie. Thatwas a puzzler. She'd often said, 'I'm yours.'Especially during sex, but these were just words tome. I thought back. Her words of lust-crazed passionwhen Steve was fucking her came back to me. Actually,they were cauterized into my brain. "Take me." She'dsaid. "I'm yours Steve." How was.