I was no Fred Astaire, but I gradually became a pretty acceptable dance partner. The line dancing actually seemed a bit more difficult for some reason..., but I hung to it and was able to hold up my end after a couple months. We did the line dancing in one location on Monday evenings and used Saturdays to have the lessons at the other two gyms. I would attend a morning lesson at one location and drive forty miles to take part in the afternoon lesson at the other gym.That gave me four evenings a. He squeaked, a little surprised by my force, I was suprised too. "Where did that come from?" I thought. He sucked my cock and darted his tongue along the bottom side. He reached under me, not hesitating this time to rub my little asshole. I moaned and he took my dick out of his mouth, he then flipped me over and massaged my asshole. I moaned and he leaned down and spat on it, lubricating it. My eyes opened wide, knowing what was coming next. "Be gentle, please." I pleaded, to which he responded. She asked about you. You should call her. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”“Oh?” I asked.“Call her, Steve. Let her tell you.”“I’ll try to do that this weekend,” I said.“I need to go. I love you, Steve.”“I love you too, Becky. Let’s keep in better touch.”“Absolutely!”At home that evening, CNN was reporting the first crack in the Iron Curtain. Hungary had begun to dismantle 150 miles of barbed wire fencing along its border with Austria. Although only a small number of East Germans that had. I saw it before I knew it was happening, but there was my hand reaching out towards that cock. It was so close and I knew it was hard and ready for me.Suddenly I felt his strong grip on my wrist stopping my hand from reaching it. I resisted and tried to lift my hand closer to that cock, but he held forcefully kept my hand in place. “Becky, you will answer me when I ask you a question,” he said under his breath. “Now… do you like what you see?” I felt the words escape my mouth before I knew.