With some chitchat I had distracted her, and only now, she realized where I led her. With wide-open eyes she looked at me, then at the facade of the d...nce school. ‘Dance school Meier’ was written in large letters across the window. ‘The son has finally taken over from his father half a year ago, and offers, in addition to dance classes, Tea- and Dinner-dances on weekends. The furnishing and the decoration has become fashionable again, he now rides on the nostalgia wave.’ I explained. ‘Do you. In fact for some time it seemed we had been drifting further and further apart. We could put it down to any number of things. The pressures of modern life. Our competitive work environments. We were city-dwelling thirtysomethings, both at the height of professional careers that took a lot out of us. We routinely needed a whole weekend to “veg out” and recuperate from each working week. And sex? Forget it! In times of stress my own libido increases, but hers fades. Bending down I licked her nipples and she started to moan.I was feeling and licking as Ali moaned all the more. I thought ‘she’s moaning a lot just by having her nipples licked’ as I pulled away she stood up and Shazzer was rubbing her pussy through her pants. “Let’s go upstairs” I said, as the two girls followed me. When we were in my bedroom Ali sat next to me on the bed and we resumed kissing.A few seconds and I was feeling her tits again as her hand this time went straight onto my hard. He wore boxer shorts and she had to get his prick clear of the slit in the front. Once she did, she found that just as frustrating. "I want the whole thing," she said. She managed to get his underwear down around his waist and off below his knees. "There," she said. "That's more like it." She fell to her knees."You going to kiss it a little?" he asked."No," she said, "I'm going to eat it a lot!" With that she stroked the head of his mushroom cock pole into her face. Her thick moist lips clamped.