I don't like delusions. I couldn't pretend I was being fucked by a human. But perhaps I could accept Lucky as my mating partner. Knowing his name some...ow helped. Could we communicate? Share what we like with each other? Could we dance? "Dance with me, Lucky!" I thought. "Stop what you're doing. Let me lead. Let me teach you how to dance slowly. Let me teach you how to sway with the music!"Eric and I coupled off and on for a year. Starting with the second time, I tied to teach him what I liked,. Like a squirt gun game?”“Aw, c’mon mom.”So the teens each pay a ticket. “I like your body paint.” The black girl tells the woman at the counter. Her skin looked like scales and shimmered in the oddly colored, flashing lights.The woman smiled at the teen mysteriously.The boys and Naomi were given sturdy paddles attached to sticks. The object of the game was to swat when the light above an ass was lit up. Whoever had swatted the most asses in a minute won a small prize.The bell rang and the teens. During this time I wanted to stretch my legs as I was sitting in the middle seat. I said excuse me and tried to move out during this time while I was moving out she suddenly tried to adjust in her seat and her boobs touched my abdomen. The feeling was superb but I just moved so that she will not doubt on me. I moved out n stood for a while and after the security check and other passengers boarded for Jaipur I again returned to my seat and the same touch of her boobs was experienced by me.Now I. I took each nipple between my fingers, pinching, and needing them. This elicited the first sounds from her, a low moan that lowered in pitch to a long drawn out groan, and her breathing quickened.Right at that moment, a flash of Navy blue moved in my peripheral vision. I looked out the window, and there was Wayne’s car pulling up the drive.“Fuck! Wayne’s home,” I yelled. “Grab all the clothes, I’ll hide her in the bedroom.”I slipped an arm under her waist and holding her and the chair out in.