The song itself did not matter to Jordan. He wanted to slow dance. For amoment Jordan so wished that he broke down and did the wrong thing ofdumping Z...ggy for Dave.That thought quickly went away because Jordanknew that the momentary joy of dancing with his man was not worth thecost. Preventing him from being the best person he could be. There wouldbe many more nights that he could be held close by the man who owned hisheart.Ziggy could tell that his date wanted to dance so, being the. He kept up a steady pace, thumping in and out of her. His hand kept playing with her soapy boobs, sliding over them, and twisting the nipples gently. He watched her facial expressions in the mirror. Her mouth hung open, and every time he thrust into her, her lips would shape themselves into a little o. Her wide eyes were locked on his reflection. He increased his pace, and her little gasps became screams of delight. She braced herself against the sink and ground her hips backwards, helping his. Both Jill and Trudy had pushed themselves up onto their elbows to watch what was happening between their own legs. The sure, experienced touch of Terry on his inexperienced daughter's body was keeping her fully aroused, whilst the inexperienced yet soft and tentative touches of Callum were doing the same, but in a totally different way, for his experienced mother. Jill and Trudy watched each other as well as their partners, each admiring the other. Jill admiring her mother's large boobs,. ’ ‘You’re welcome, baby,’ she cooed, rubbing my back while she hugged me, ‘And I want you to know that I think you were very noble by standing up for her.’ ‘Come on, Mom,’ I grinned, ‘I would’ve done it for anyone.’ ‘Yeah, yeah,’ she teased, ‘And the fact that Alyssa is a beautiful girl had nothing to do with it either, huh?’ ‘Okay,’ I laughed, ‘You’re right.’ ‘Get outta here and get ready, boy,’ Mom said, shooing me to my room, ‘Your ride will be here in twenty minutes.’ ~~~~~~ ‘Damn, Lyssa,’.