She tentatively bent her right knee, trying to assess the damage. Casey rushed to her side and guided her back onto the couch. Is it my imagination or...is Casey trying to seduce me? That can’t be, she’s as straight as an arrow. But the next thing Rosanna felt was the zipper on her pants being lowered. “Casey, what are you doing?” She gasped. “I’m taking off your pants. My gosh, you do ask some obvious questions.” Casey answered as she continued her task. “Remember I told you I was going to wash. The fabric of my shirt flutters to the floor, as you throw it away from me. I sigh and rub my aroused breasts, as you take off your shirt. I take my warm hands and run them all over your hot chest, loving the feel of the soft hair. I smile manically as I get to your nipples. You look down at me warily, as I continue grinning wolfishly up at you. Suddenly, I move forward and press my moist tongue to your hardened nipple. You gasp as I graze my teeth over the hard nub. Then gasp again as I blow. July had managed to find herself a job as a hostess at an old fashioned dance hall. Her classic dancing skills were to the fore. She spent her afternoons and evenings teaching and dancing with mature men who wanted a reminder of their younger days when they would go to the local dance and take their young lady around the dance floor. July loved it. She got to wear some lovely cocktail dresses, paid for by her employer, she got to dance for a few hours a day and got to meet plenty of gentlemen. He leaned back against the wall as Mrs. Salazar continued her foot assault. She lifted her other foot to his face, which he gratefully took into his mouth. She cooed. "You like that don't you, Tyler? Did Kim do that for you?" He nodded as he ran his tongue along her instep to her heels and then back up to her toes, which he hungrily suckled. "Ooh, that feels nice." He inhaled, smelling lotion and soap. He ran his tongue all over her foot as she rubbed at herself through the spandex.He hurriedly.