"I forgot all about that, Bobby. Look. You andI will go to the old house. You'll get your helmet and I'll make up apackage of things I need to cook at...Grandpa's. Then you and I will go tothe church and see if Gary has finished your bike. If he is, I supposeyou will want to ride it over to show Marc, right?" Bobby nodded. "I'llbring the things back for supper, and you can visit Marc. But I don'twant you riding all over town. You stay on our street, okay? After youget a bit more experience with. I was quick and didn't waste much time to undo his shirt and went straight down to suck on his nipples. This was his delicate part and he had started to squirm. My soft tongue was too much for him to handle. I could feel his flesh growing hard in his pants. I slipped down to help get it out of the pants and plant some kisses on it.I then slowly started playing with his balls while sucking his bare meat in my mouth. In something like three minutes, I could feel him near his climax and hence I. Onto the dance floor we went, spending most of the evening, dancing, touching and thrilling each other with our lustful expressions and whispered comments. The thrill of having my lady erotically portrayed for all to see and appreciate was such a tremendous thrill for me.This routine repeated for several weeks, each night culminating in a wild love making sessions when we returned home. On more than one evening, her top mysteriously disappeared as she danced, leaving her naked breasts pressed. She moved with the grace of a leopard. Katrina's fingers slowly caressed Jennifer, touching her as lightly as a butterfly's wing. She traced over skin, fabric and leather. Each feathered touch causing more jets of desire flaring with her. The brunette's fingers tugged at the chain between the clamps, sending sparks shooting through her. She tried to push herself closer to the maid, but she withdrew. Katrina untied the lead and pulled Jennifer forward toward the bed. Jennifer.