Her feet were still too sore, having run a half marathon last weekend. But she leaned into him and whispered that he should take her mom for a dance. ...ith his wife's permission, as naively given as it was, he offered his hand to Elle, and hesitantly she took it.He walked her onto the dance floor, together with about twenty other couples, to the strains of a slow, sexy jazz ensemble as they performed an old romantic song. He held her right hand with his left, extended straight out to the side,. Within 10 minutes I was practising at centre: developes to arabesques, sissonnes, pirouettes, even disastrous grande jetes, but it was so much more enjoyable and comfortable on blocks than when wearing sanitised linen pumps. I was that prima ballerinas who had a huge smile of satisfaction on her face reflected in the mirror and felt wonderful. I was halfway through a port de bras when suddenly I saw the door open behind me, and in walked Diana! I turned to face her as she slowly paced the room. Amanda pushed her tongue into my mouth, that I greeted eagerly. I never considered kissing another woman but this was wonderful. Amanda’s hands were rubbing my tits when she whispered in my ear, “I want to taste your pussy.”Amanda snaked her way down my body spreading my legs. “Oh God, that feels incredible,” I moaned when her tongue invaded my pussy. She licked and prodded me with her tongue and lips.Amanda pulled her head up from between my legs. “Russell, honey, your cum tastes wonderful. I did the same but I held my sisters head down. Choking her. She smacked my hand again to know she had enough. For a moment I thought I had ruined the moment.. But she looked up and smiled at me lips and face foam white like a crazy dog. I now see the lust in her eyes for me, my cock. Nothing had turned me on this much so I began forcing her again. We look over and our parents had changed positions which only gave us the idea to do the same. He was know holding her in mid hair while fucking her.