A week later I realized how much I missed chatting with Kasey. I sent her an email asking how she was. I didn’t hear from her for two weeks, then sh...e friended me on FB and sent me some dance recital pics on Messenger. I clicked “LIKE” on the pics. The costumes weren’t particularly skimpy, but I got hard just looking at the dance recital pics. I ached to touch her and give her the ravishing that romance novels tell you all girls dream of.A week later, she answered my email: “Uncle George, I. We order margaritas to start off the night and start surveying the room. Lots of single men here for you to choose from. And the two at the table seem to have your attention as well. After some small talk and the drink, you ask both of our new friends to dance, and they jump at the chance. I watch as through two songs you shake and gyrate and tease on the floor. My cock is rock hard again as I watch you. It seems every eye in the house is on you. You escort our new friends back to the table,. Her scratching turned to holding onto his arms for dear life. She shook and trembled underneath him as he ground deep with every motion. Because his hand was covering her mouth and nose, she couldn’t breathe as her orgasm washed over her. The lack of oxygen mixed with her orgasmic bliss and excited fear, unleashing a sensation of infinite euphoric pleasure. He felt her walls pulsating around his shaft and her mouth opening under his hand. He slowly slid his hand off her mouth and groaned as she. He introduce himself as Miles, as he poured the bubbly liquid expertly into two glasses, he had nice hands, big and strong, she thought about them holding her and stroking her and the heat flooded through her and she felt the familiar wetness in her panties.They talked easily, about nothing in particular the underlying sexual tension evident to them both, openly flirting with one another and enjoying and savouring that tension.The girls were starting their final act on stage and she moved her.