”“Hey, it’ll go to my head if you keep on like that, besides you’re not too shabby yourself, it’s much nicer seeing you close up and not str...ining my eyes from way over at mine.” She looked me up and down, her eyes hovered at my breasts then down to gaze at my pussy.In total contrast to my own white skin, hers was a very dark chocolate colour. Her areolas were almost black, her nipples though were larger than I had thought from my previous long-distance observations, and they were clearly as. . mmm... I'm not sure if..." If what, you want to or... ?" uhh mmm... if I should even be here... "The next song was starting, and Camille stood up. "Well?..."She always found the eyes to be telling. A certain hunger in most. In this one she saw curiosity, and just a little bit of fear.She leaned in close, and began to dance. Camille's body was full and curvy, the classic exotic dancer, and she knew how to use it to her best advantage.This club, the dancers were not allowed to remove their. His good behavior lasted about a week. He was annoyed that these girlsgot the upper hand, and although he would keep to his agreement, hestopped hiding his annoyance. He would show up late, but not every day.He snapped at the girls when giving his lessons, and began calling themstupid or idiots. When one of them, Shelly, left the room in tears, thesisters had decided that enough was enough. They didn't want to lose himas a tutor, so after much discussion, they agreed to let Stacy have. Her bottom must only have been a couple of feet in front of him and I knew he must have been taking in the sight before him.Susan whooped and cheered when she eventually noticed Clare dancing and teasing right in front of her husband. Not wanting to be outdone, Susan danced over towards me and pushed my knees apart. She spun herself around so she had her back to me, copying Clare. I had known Susan for over 20 years but I had never seen her like this before. She was swaying her bottom from.