We were very secluded and to his surprise I removed my bottom as well and lay back down. WOW he said I just smiled at him and asked if it was Ok. He j...st frinned and said no problem. After 10 minutes or so I can see he had a raging bulge in his trunks but pretended not to notice. Later I got dressed in just my bottom and t-shirt and said lets go back to eat, much to Rick's disappointment.Later that evening we sat around the fire and drank and everyone was feeling pretty good. We all decided to. The first night we met, we had dinner at El Tepeyac, a Mexican restaurant in City of Industry, just outside of Los Angeles. My 65-year-old, six foot tall, 280 lb. hunk of a Mexican man, despite what was said between us leading up to our date, was keeping it classy and showing me a good time. His salt and pepper hair, those brown, bedroom eyes through his wire rimmed glasses, his white smile, and the cologne matching the casual outfit of a burgundy, long sleeve shirt, black slacks, and brown. Eric was her youngest uncle - her mother's brother. He had been watching Sam practice for years at home and at her dance studio. He worked near her studio so before she could drive a car herself, he used to swing by to pick her up when class was over and drop her off at home whenever her mom asked. They joked that he was her number one, and only, fan. Samantha liked having an audience. That afternoon at home, she was doing her usual practice routine. Eric appeared and leaned quietly in the. I started fucking her back, thrusting each time she fell back onto me. I reached up and found her breasts. Her nipples grew between my fingers. I closed my fingers on them, gently pinching these meaty points.We began to pound and grind ourselves together. I squeezed handfuls of rubbery creamy white breastmeat. Our bodies were slapping together in rhythmic splats. My penis enjoyed its back and forth through her velvet vagina, it enjoyed it so much that I could feel a warmth begin to spread.