Alex's eyes were looking over my shoulder and I knew that Ann had come downstairs. She was dressed in a long black wrap around skirt and a sheer white...blouse. With no bra to hinder the view, her breasts rolled slightly as she walked to us and her thick erect nipples were quite a sight. She wore high-heeled sandals that displayed her freshly painted red toenails to perfection, through the black stockings."Hello, Alex," she said quietly."Hello, beautiful," he responded and taking her in his arms. "Shut up," I laughed back. "Besides, what's wrong with showing a bit of what you got. Maybe someone will ask us to dance." Like we never get asked to dance?" she said sarcastically.It was true, we rarely had to wait long to dance. "Maybe they'll ask us faster?" I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. The song ended. We headed back to the table to get our drinks and made some small talk with the people at the table. As usual we didn't have long before we were asked. We danced all night. At some. He had only gone in halfway with his first thrust yet Michelle let out a cry that almost scared him. Her arms went around him and she helped pull him into her. He pulled back just a little and raised his hips up high and then drove into her again. Another cry from Michelle as her head swung sideways back and forth. Still, Brandon's cock was in just a little more than halfway. Michelle found the need to adjust her legs even further outward. Once again he pulled partially out and his hips rose.. So we have to do something about your little dicklet. Oh, look at it! Standing up! I guess just thinking about it makes your little dicklet stick out. Well – stick out isn’t really the right word – it’s too short. It doesn’t even make a tent in those little panties of yours. I’ll bet it’s not even long enough for me to use more than two or maybe three fingers on it. And my hands are not big. They’re pretty dainty, actually. I’ll bet I could even get four fingers up inside you. We’ll have to try.