"I thought melodrama was your stock-in-trade – or at least Miss Knight's. We need to have an urgent and discreet discussion. I thought it unwise for...you, Poloi and myself to be seen meeting together other than by apparent chance."It was a cold, windswept morning of which the British south coast produces many. I had taken the precaution of dressing for the British sea side in a thick tweed suit and my heavy Baskerville. The weather vindicated my choices. White crests were whipped from the tops. Bassett Hounds are not what you would call a menacing looking dog when compared to a Pit Ball or a Doberman, but when defending a lady’s honor he found that they can be a formidable adversary.Sitting on opposite sides of the coffee table the couple sipped their wine and from his vantage point he could see right up her shapely legs, and when she bent over to top up his wine her low cut top showed a beautiful pair of tits that made his mouth water. It was so frustrating.“I’m thinking of mating. ‘We will start adding more steps to the basics, which makes the dance much more interesting.’ To demonstrate he had taken Mavis in his arms and danced the foxtrot in a way that got them around the floor without ever having to do the same steps twice. They glided and turned as one, elegantly and smoothly. Abby was enthralled, and longed to be able to dance like that herself. Now the Ball was but three days away, and Mavis had vanished while Sam was taking Abby round the room in a quickstep. She. She was so fucking turned on, that with one hand she had to grip the wall, while she watched herself in the mirror, her mouth open, her eyes wide and desperate and her fingers squeezing and roughly rubbing her clit. She stuck a finger inside her small pussy wet and creamed, then took out the moist finger out and started rubbing her clit with it. She massaged her clit in circular motion, rubbing it round and round, pinching it, and rubbing it again. Heat spread through her pussy lips and now she.