Don’t Bobby," she protested as she tried to pull her hand away. And over Bobby"s shoulder she could see her mom watching them from the couch. He held her wrist for seconds, not allowing her to withdraw her fingers. Slowly her resistance faded, then tentatively she started to move her hand up and down his length, exploring, arousing, caressing, promising....
"Gosh Bobby, it"s so big, so hard, so long," she whispered in his ear. "It"ll never fit."
She stroked him for two dances. Gasped when he slipped his hands under her shorts and cupped her firm butt. Moaned when his finger caressed her anus. Almost melted when his finger pushed into her p***y.
The three of them continued to dance for a couple of hours. Their bodies made clear promises to each other that didn"t have to be articulated in
