”“I’ve held up okay,” Carly said sullenly.“Any surgeries?” Susan asked, eyebrows raised.“A couple,” Carly shrugged. “A few years ago... Before I got smarter about training.”“Meaning what exactly?” asked Susan, intrigued. Carly glanced at her mother, who nodded.“I gave up full contact martial arts,” she said.“You know martial arts?” Susan asked, surprised. “That’s different – at least among my dance students.”“That’s my fault,” Rhonda said. “I took up martial arts when I gave up dancing, and I. He spots me and immediately pounces on me, forcing me to the ground. For some reason, I’m still in my pj’s. He’s got me flat on my stomach with one hand pinning both my wrist above my head. Once again his cock is pressing against my ass. Without saying anything, I feel him start to pull down my pajama pants. He wrestles them off me, letting my wrists go free. His hands run up my thighs until they reach my underwear. I look back at him as he starts to pull them down ever so slowly, leaving my. I played with her tit for a while, and then cupped my hand around the whole mound of flesh, squeezing gently. I was still savoring this moment when, unexpectedly, she took control again by unzipping my pants in one quick move. Damn, I was at once nervous. I had done these horny things a million times in my head, but this sex goddess was making me live through them!We were mostly in a corner of the dance floor, but there were still people everywhere. Surely someone would notice what was going. I found her feet resting on my lap, and my hands in heaven rubbing softly back and forth, just a little. We told some more stories, talked about our old friends, and as she laughed her hand made it's way to my thigh. It was getting late and I saw her check the time on her phone. "We should get going, I have to work in the morning still." I told her. "Yeah, I was thinking the same" she said as I got up disappointed. Then as we began to walk out, she wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me.