I put on some khakis and a button down shirt. Carol decided on a denim mini skirt and a gauze peasant blouse. She told us that she was not going to ...ear underwear. She looked hot.The restaurant wasn't very far away. We had an old car, my grandfather's, with a bench seat in front. Carol sat in the middle with John on her side while I drove. Every time I shifted, I pulled Carol's skirt a bit higher. Soon we could see Carol's bald mound peeking out.John started caressing Carol's leg. Carol. Jen scowled. She pulled the magazine from her husband and hrew it at him. "I'm not going braless." Oh come on! Look, you can wear this blouse." Mike pulled a blouse from her closet. It wasn't as filmy as the one she had picked out to wear. "No one'll be able to tell you don't have a bra on." No one except the guy trying to pick me up," she said defiantly.Mike smiled again. "Well, that's the whole point, isn't it?" Mike reached under his wife's short skirt. "See, you like this idea. You're. My arms are on its sides and she places one on her hip. I let it naturally fall. Satisfied I’m still asleep , as she thought, she stays a slow but deep thrust to where it comes out but like skill she pushes deep back into her last millisecond. I moan after a handful of times. She hears me as she picks up the pace. My hand this time holds her thigh where the crease of her butt cheeks meet her thighs. Her arousal heightens at the touch. I let my body naturally take control by thrusting with her.. Now let's finish this dance. I don't often get to hold a girl my age in my arms as beautiful as you are. I may not enjoy the conversation, but I do like dancing with you." No more words came from Cindy until I returned her to her date.I received a reserved, "Thank you for the dance."I gave everyone a New Year's kiss except Cindy. She was nowhere to be found when the clock struck twelve. I was disappointed, but not surprised. I still did not know where I stood with her. I thought I had made some.