Like at Thanksgiving dinner, while I'm bent over basting a turkey and he's pressing against me from behind. 25. Slow dancing – the kind where I can ...ub myself up against him, feel his thigh between mine, his hands groping my behind, searching under my skirt. 26. The smell of chewing gum. It reminds me of when I was young and my girlfriends and I would take our gum out to practice French kissing. 27. Bellydancing. Watching it or doing it. The sensual sway of the hips, the jingle of the coins on. His silver-gray hair sparked under the sunlight. He never stopped smiling. Or was it snarling? It was frightening either way. He locked the man into a stare. “I’m going to say this one time, neighbor and you better listen. I’m giving you thirty seconds to leave my sight or I will be the last thing you see before God.”The man laughed. The alcohol clouding his judgment and that was going to prove to be an a-huge mistake. He started to square up, he had youth on his side. Probably a good ten. I crawled over to her and put my hand on her waist. She was hot, flushed from being fucked. I rolled her onto her back, staring at her bare pussy for the first time and getting a good look at her tits and large nipples. I looked up at her face, “Are you ok?” She didn’t say anything. I told her we should get going before they came back or before someone else came along. It was then I wondered if Eliot was watching as he said he usually does. Did he enjoy watching as we both got fucked? Did he. She had some daddy fantasies when Frank was fucking her.Although Emily and Dee were delighted with the cock-pussy ratio, it did present some logistical issues for the two nights the extra men would be there. Because Brad was the only one who had to work during the day, he was given priority for overnight couplings, spending one night with each woman. Dee and Bill had classes at various times of the day. Frank, Andy, and Emily were “on-call” anytime.Emily was on an organizing streak and decided.