‘Do you want another coffee while I’m here?’ ‘Thanks, Becky.’ Five minutes later Tom came in. ‘Hello Mate.’ He clapped me on the shoulde.... ‘Becky. Told me about your going to dancing lessons, and that your worried that I would be iffy about her going with you. No, mate. No trouble. Get her out a bit more. It’ll be good for her.’ I did get the idea that it could be good for him as well. We discussed what evenings would be best. Tom had gone back to his workshop by then, and it did strike me. It is so hard to think when that is going on. It is like some sort of priority interrupt. Nothing else can happen. There 100% transferred. Tom, you can stop now.No I can't. I have dreamt of doing this for the past 9 years. I'm not going to stop until the milk does.Tom, I have good news for you. There are two breasts! Yeas, yeas, Yeas, Tom, is that your fingers in my pussy? YEAS, YEAS, please don't stop. Oh My Gosh! He is a natural. If he keeps that up, OH! I haven't felt this way in three. He pinched tighter and she moaned, arching her back, pushing her ass forward. With the other hand Doug spanked her ass. Three, four, five times, then the left hand began pulling that nipple down, and the right hand rubbed her red ass, then down to her pussy. She was so wet.“Open your legs for me,” he told her in a harsh tone.She did as he asked, and she felt his finger circling her entrance.“Oh, jeez. Yes, Doug,” she said.“Shush, I didn’t say you can talk,” he said. “Do you want me to call you. I did it. I always did. I stood there on unsteady feet and became alarmed when I realised my cunt was indeed level with his face and then I felt his hands on my ass. He had such big hands, they completely covered my ass. I think his hands were bigger than my ass was. I wasn't sure what to do. I was terrified of falling forward and putting my cunt on his face. I was having trouble balancing on the couch. It gave under me and I was so unsteady on my feet. I was starting to panic. He pulled me.