"Yeah, I don't know what it is, but I really like the way your nylons feel when you rub your legs and feet against me" he confessed. "I like it too" s...e assured him. "It feels good to me as well. "Im glad you like it."The cat was out of the bag. Melody was the only other person he had ever told about his affinity for nylons and he felt a mixed bag of relief layered with intense arousal. He knew from that moment forward his connection with this wonderful girl was something erotically and. "He tells me, he teaches line dancing, part time, here if I ever want to take lessons." I feel his hand on my lap, I pick up my drink and lick and suck my straw, his hand has moved to my knee, nobody can see under the table, he's moving it slowly up my inner thigh, now, I’m looking right into his eyes smiling.I look over at Bill his eyes are wide open! This is feeling good to me! His fingers reach my pussy, he rubs it through my thong, I smack his hand away, and get up. "I came here to dance if. She was a friend of one of my daughters and came to our house regularly. The first time I met her, I felt a disturbingly sexual tension between us. I had never felt that before, especially not with women twenty five years younger than me. I was happily married at the time, and my now ex-wife and I had a great sex life. And whatever I was not getting at home, I made sure I got when travelling. I was disturbed by the feelings I had whenever we met. It did not feel right somehow. She was far too. Sure I could have kept my clothes on, but if this was his one and only opportunity to experience oral sex then it had to be done right. This was not going to be some quickie blowjob. I faced him once more, hands covering my breasts, lightly massaging. I worked outwards until I was just teasing my nipples with my fingertips, and then let my hands wander lower. I eased my panties down to my hips, so just the top of my bush showed over the hem. I wasn’t one for shaving, and I made no apologies for.