“As soon as I sat down here, he came right over and asked me to dance.”
Not sure where she was going with this, I simply ask her, “Well, what’s wrong with that,” knowing that guys ask her all the time to dance. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and taste as much as I could. I couldn’t speak, so I just extended my hand to her. She stands 5’5” tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that young stud, to be laying on top of my wife, grinding his pelvis into hers. She just told me not to talk so dumb, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get light outside. “What did you say when he asked you to dance with him,” I questioned.
