I got to be pretty good. I also discovered it was another method of intense, non-verbal communication, not unlike making love. We didn’t neglect tha... either. As difficult as it was at first, the learning itself was a delight. My great grandfather had been a young man in the era of the big bands. Ballroom dancing was what they did and I had the good fortune to dance with him when I was young. He danced like he was born doing it, but I guess that’s what practice will do for you. I knew some. He reached around and covered her mouth with his hand as he started to ravage her little body. She was so wet she could feel her juices dripping down her leg as he took her hard and fast. That familiar tension built in her depths again. She could hear his ragged breathing and soft growls behind her, and that only made her hotter. She felt herself spiraling out of control. He moved the hand from her mouth back to her hip so he could impale her harder. She moaned, and though she was sure everyone. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the swollen pink valley nestled in the fluffy triangle of light-brown hair. As Jean removed her garter belt, she seemed quite aware that her attractive roommate was gazing at her in a highly intent fashion."Look at me, Liz!" Jean spoke quietly but confidently. "Look at me and then tell me you're not interested!!"Elizabeth gulped and found herself swallowing quite hard. Her face was a pretty crimson as she gazed at her roommate's inviting. Her nipples were so large. She was about to take one in her mouth again when the door bell rang. Sarah found her robe and put it on. It covered her back but she couldn’t get her large tits inside. Perhaps she could hide behind the door. She shrugged. It was probably no one anyway. She hurried to the door, excited at the possibility of getting some cock or pussy if she could persuade them to come in. Peaking through the peephole she saw a small woman standing there. ‘Who is it?’ Sarah asked, but.