Either her or give up and go home alone. “Well, you never know. What have I got to loose?”I walked over to the table. “Hi,” I said. “You’r... drinking alone.”“Yes, I have been.”“Do you dance?” I asked.“I love dancing,” she replied.“But you’re not dancing.”“No, because you haven’t asked me yet.”“Huh?” I thought. “So, would you like to dance?”“I'd love to,” she got up. I put down my beer, took her hand, and led her to the dance floor.“I’m Rick,” I said as the music started. “Hi, Rick. I’m Bobbie,”. “I think I’m gunna stay home and go for swim.” “Ok sweety, have fun.”I looked up at Jen and noticed how sexy she was wearing a low cut tank top and when she took her plate to the kitchen I saw her ass hugging booty shorts. My cock started to twitch. I never had thoughts about making love to her until now. She must have known I was looking she looked back slightly and I think she might have winked at me.I continued to watch Jen as she walked up stairs and take a shower. Her hips were swaying. Her father and brother had been like statues then entire ceremony in their ruffled shirts, high ruff collars, and coat-tails. She stifled a good chuckle at that one, mostly because she did not want her mother to take this as a sign of approval. Instead, she went into her usual method of protest. ‘Mother, I’m not going to wear that old thing,’ she replied tiredly but firmly. ‘Why not?’ asked her mother. It was tiring argument, one they had had many times since she had first worn the dress. .. my sweet girlie boy." She whispered back to me.We embraced and kissed deeply. The feel of her luscious breasts against my body and her silky lips drove shafts of pleasure all the way through me... deep inside me. She slid her hand down my petticoat to my groin. "Can I hold you..." She whispered."Yes please..." I repliedI felt her hand surround me through my panties. She stroked and squeezed until I was just about to explode in orgasmic bliss.... Then without any warning, she moved sharply.