I was no longer terrified by her greatness, but felt more intimate andsecure in her presence than I had ever felt with anyone before. 'Dancefor me, da...ling,' she said. And I found myself spinning and floatingaround with a grace and joy unimagined. With each turn I saw her glowingface and obvious pleasure and was thrilled and inspired to new heightsof freedom.Then she motioned me beside her and we sat together, my head on hershoulder as she stroked my arm and smoothed my hair and dress. 'What. I still held her trembling hand. I said: Did you want pancakes? She froze and didnt answer, just stared deep in my eyes. Her lip quivered a little as she whispered: (&hellip,yes please..) —————– He kissed my hand again. I had the jitters bad. He left. I almost had an orgasm again when he leaned close to me, holding my damp hand and whispered like that. He knew what was going on and was just teasing me. I liked it! I liked the attention, I liked the thought of him getting a boner over me. I. While he sat down on the crapper, to pull them on. He watched Carol getdressed. He wished he had a longer time to examine her slit. When they wereclothed, Carol picked up his attire, opened the door, saw that the coastwas clear and led him back to the car."Very pretty," Emily smiled."Indeed!" Patricia agreed followed by the other three giving glowingremarks. The fact that he had a girlish face would make it all the more funto hide him and treat him as one of their own.Ian felt flushed as he sat. After a couple of brackets, Stan brought her back to our table just as our first course was delivered to the table. May thanked him for the dance and smiled at me, checking that I wasn't upset with her, but my beaming smile soon put her at rest.Once we had enjoyed our starter and another glass of wine, it was Fred's turn to invite her to 'trip the light fantastic', as he put it – explaining that this was an old fashioned term for enjoying a dance.They also looked good together as they glided.