He jerked her out of her chair and slammed her body up against the wall. Several seconds later, regaining his senses, he found her dangling limply two...feet off the ground, her eyes bulging, and his calloused hands around her throat, literally, chocking her to death. For almost three years he had put up with her calling him at work, ‘Can you come home? There’s somebody in the back yard.’ Or ‘There’s a man looking in the bedroom window.’ Or ‘When I answered the phone, they hung up…are you. What did I do wrong?”“I’m sort of in a relationship, and I don’t mind dancing with other guys when he’s dancing with another woman, but ... Oh, it’s complicated. But it’s nothing you did wrong.” Which was almost true. she would have refused, maybe refused more vigorously, if he had attracted her.“Damn! I had it figured out. The brothers tell me that two women sitting together are both looking for dance partners.”“Maybe it’s almost always true. Why aren’t you looking for another pair?”“Nope. I’m. Even though it was something we'd discussed over the years together. I never thought having a man in our group would ever actually happen. It was just something to dream about between the three of us. And yet, here you are. Right here. In my kitchen. Knowing that you're here to have sex with me."We just sat looking at each other. Suspended in the moment. Feeling a kind of bond and trust passing between us. It was then I realized it was about more than just the sex. It was about the delights of. She came right up to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I had no idea what to do with my hands. Etta helped me, moving them down to her ass. Then she took my head in her hands and guided my mouth to her left breast. That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her buns with both hands, suckled her left tit hungrily and moved on to the other. Then I kissed my way down her body to her belly button, which was deliciously deep, and I licked and sucked it greedily. Etta sighed with.