I didn't understand why, but the thought of it made me very excited, and I started to press my ass back towards the man holding me as we danced.*In ro...m 168, a concerned Mike looked at this watch again. 7:15pm. She was late. And what was that all that noise coming from the room next door?*In room 169, I kept dancing with the man as the music was turned up and the heavy beat started to get to me. While I was still blindfolded, another person joined us dancing, and I felt his face very near mine,. And my body, being the traitorous bitch that it was, reacted immediately. When I had left Nate's place that morning, my underwear had been in tatters on the floor. I was going commando, and the wetness was seeping through my pants. In a swift motion he gathered me up against him and snapped my bra off. There was something slightly familiar about the way he was holding me but I couldn't place it. In a second he had let me go and had one of my nipples in his mouth. I couldn't help the moan that. I didn’t need any imaginary imagery to accompany the sight of your body writhing and riding me, your breasts bouncing slightly on your chest as you arch your back and continue with our lovemaking. I focus on the way you feel inside. I concentrate on how tight you are, how warm and how wet you are. My eyes studying your sexy figure as best they can in the night. Lightning illuminating your full form for a split second as the heat of passion rises up your body, engulfing you in fire. I bite my. . the skin of her thighs, her torso. her bosom ... displayed the softness and tenderness combined with the toughness and alluring fleshiness of middle age. She had taken to the use of a walking stick. She would stride with sedate care down the sidewalk or in the hallway of the school where she worked part time ... the cane tapping the ground in time to her step, her hips working, her handsome face intent on the space before her. And she was a handsome woman.Lonely too though. You might wonder.