We were about to re-start an old, almost-forgotten tradition. Aunt Addie was right, bless her soul. It would do me good.Obediently, I turned and walke...d toward the table, like a condemned woman to the gallows. It took a lot of energy to keep my knees from buckling.In moments like that, you hear the sounds - my husband walking to the living room and opening one of the drawers, followed by wood against wood as he took something out of it and the sound of the drawer closing.About the time he. I started starring at her body and she noticed this and as me that what I was staring. I got scared and refused but she understood and she gave me a smile and told as me that do you like my body.I was ashamed and didn’t reply her. So she said that it is natural attraction and there is no need to worry over it. Then we completed the setting and started to have a chat. She told me that she liked the touch.Though her words surprised me but I was still shamefull so I didn’t speak anything. She came. His hands reached out and his fingers touched the soft warm skin of her hips. As if he was examining a piece of art his fingers trailed the outline of her hipbone, curved around her waist and glided upwards to cup her breasts. The twin globes rested in his hands, their warm weight seemingly connected to his erection, making it twitch anew. To his surprise she closed her eyes and a soft sigh escaped her lips. ‘You know you shouldn’t, don’t you?’ His hands appeared to have a will of their own.. "Then what are you waiting for?" I asked. Her answer was to lean over further, until she was falling across my leg. Her legs were still wrapped around mine, and she kept leaning forward until her legs spread open into a split. In one fluid motion, she moved her legs out and under her until she was lying in front of me. God I love dancers. She helped me back onto the floor, and I tried to move as gracefully as she had, but only succeeded, in part, because of her help. She slipped over me and.