But knowing something had turned him on, even something perverted, was too thrilling for me to ignore.Still, I should have ended this train of thought...... nipped in the bud. I see that now. But I didn't ... maybe couldn't. I was so desperate for Alan to WANT sex again ... to WANT ME, that I lost my head. I let him talk about Jason and how he seemed to be more and more attracted to me. I was just overwhelmed by how much Alan got into it. He practically ravaged me, which I needed so badly. Then. "If you want, I can be quiet, I'll do it in the shower or something."Kevin nearly came thinking about her in the shower. "No! No, not at all, no need to be quiet. I do- Uhm, I do like listening to you. Is that okay?" "Oh, absolutely sweetie. Absolutely. I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I mean, we could be a lot more comfortable with each other around here if you want. Your sister moved out more than a year ago, so, it could just be our thing. No one else would have to. Mavis recognised her fears and put her mind at rest. ‘There will be so many couples on the floor that you will be shuffling rather than dancing. I doubt that they will play too many foxtrots, or if they do people will not do it properly, but dance a slow quickstep.’ Abby thought that a shame, as the foxtrot seemed to her a particularly graceful dance. She was cheered by Sam telling her that she would not make a fool of herself. ‘You can do those steps better than most people will, so don’t. When she saw me she tried to yank her hands out from under her bulky shirt, but she got her watch caught in her bra and managed to yank the bra up over her breasts, ending up with both hands twisted in the straps and her full breasts swaying in full view.Her nipples were still hardening from the stimulation and looked very inviting. I had a brief urge to kiss them, but I resisted it. I was surprised at how much larger her breasts looked. She had seemed almost flat-chested, but I could see now.