His shoulders and chest were well developed and his stomach taut. I was fairly certain I could feel a bulge through his swimming trunks as we danced. ...ancing has always been a type of foreplay with me and this was no different. I could feel a slight increase in my heart rate and tingling between my legs as my nipples hardened under the bikini top. After 4 or 5 songs we retreated into the living room and flipped on the oldies station out of Atlanta.Suddenly Sarah announced she was calling it a. .. ohhh God… I use a cream." Dee's normally soft sweet voice was a more throaty whisper due to her ever-increasing sexual desire.It was not lost on Dee that she called him “sir” and she thought briefly why she did and then the very pleasant feeling of his hands on her body made her focus back on the pleasure he was giving her. She called him ‘Sir” at work all the time, but this was not work and it was much more of an intimate setting; she liked the feeling it gave her when she called him. Maybe I was wrong, again, and I did need a woman in my life, just as both of my daughters kept telling me. I knew myself well enough that I couldn’t just go out and look for a woman, but I could, perhaps, lower the defences I tended to throw up whenever I met anyone in a personal environment. I also tentatively went through the available women I knew, to see if anyone might be suitable. The only one that I came up with was Marion and she was probably a little young for me and had already shown. I got surprised when she agreed instantly and sat on the floor in between my legs down the sofa. I pulled her hair band and started caressing her hair from behind. It gave me an instant hard on. I was only in my shorts and my cock got harder inside it when i started caressing her head and face. I adjusted my sitting position with my cock and started massaging her hair gently. She was enjoying the way i was moving my fingers in her hair and scalps. In between she didn’t forget to praise my skill.