His huge forefinger moved down the line where her pussy lips met and slowly traced the line down to the bottom of her vagina and back. He moved his ha...d down again, this time his forefinger and second finger trace the line.... until he was half way down her burning cunt. At this point, he used his two fingers to push aside her labia. He held her open under her short dress, her vulva now utterly exposed to the air, she continued to grind his cock with her arse, but his hand simply held her cunt. My dancing is compelling to many women. I'm relaxed, I move as the music inspires me and I'm uninhibited about how I move.It's not that I'm imbued with a surfeit of confidence; I just don't care what anybody else thinks. For dancing, it works. In other areas of my life, it's not so helpful.I've worked hard at swing and once I get started, women ask me to dance with them.As the evening wore on I danced with a potpourri of women, several of them for more than one dance.I had an especially good. Janie was no art critic but they felt like truly great works of art. She went downstairs to her husband, sketches in hand and asked him where they came from. Steve looked first at the sketches, then at Janie and his face fell. ‘Darling, there’s something I need to tell you.’ ‘What is it dear?’ ‘Twenty years ago I made a promise to you that I would never again turn a woman into a bimbo. I promised to give it all up for you.’ ‘And I love you every day for that sacrifice you made for me.’ ‘And I. I stalled for a second by pulling my tights up, but they did not leave so I walked into the shop. It was actually one I did go in to get served, so I darted into the magazine aisle so that the shopkeeper didn't see me and recognise me. "Tilly!" Chris' voice called me, he had come into the shop too. He met my eyes and walked up to me, placing his hands on my lower back. "I just wanted to tell you I had a really great time with you last night. And this morning," he leaned in to whisper "hands.