We settled at the corner table, watching guys ane gals dancing or rather say jumping on this stupid Dj’s Music. We had another round, after we finis...ed it. I could see Seema was a li’l tipsy. She got up, and pulled me up to the dance floor. I was struck dumb. The Dj changed the music suitable for ball dance. Seema and me held each other and started dancing in slow pace looking into each other’s eyes. What a feeling! Suddenly that Dj said: “Hey You Guys and Gals. You gotta kiss your partner. I could ask either of you a question, unless it was something particular to do with the cleaning, and knew if I asked the other I'd get the same answer."Richard smiled. "That was probably because we'd discussed it already. We had our differences." Mebbe, but they was little differences. You came over as one." Alright! But that is what I'm saying. Nobody can replace her so I don't want anyone else." Cobblers! OK, so you're never going to find another Rachel. But, you could find someone who you. It seemed like a free for all, and to be honest, that’s what had attracted us to it. Lots of the girls were already topless, and it was no surprise when I found he was quickly helping me join their number, his adroit fingers easily undoing the catches and cords. He pulled me to him in a pretence of dancing. The foam that had looked so substantial between us crackled and popped on our skin, dissolving into nothing. Soft, delicate little bubbles coated us, leaving their own trail, a slippery. Finally he reached under my back and behind my neck, nuzzling my neck as he did so, and I felt the bra straps undone. He pulled the bra away from me, then leaned forward to take each nipple in turn into his mouth, teasing them with tongue and teeth until they were hard and aching. He kissed his way all over my small but sexy tits and carried on kissing down my belly, fingers pulling gently at the straps of the panties, and sliding the tiny scrap of leather from between my ass cheeks. Then he.