I gave it a few minutes and decided to go for it. I rested my right hand on her right hip, swaying with her rhythm.... my left hand followed and sud...denly her hands were on mine, soon controlling our rhythm. My cock reacted very quickly and could feel it gathering strength. Fortunately my jeans held it back and we carried on dancing. Wasn’t long before I started to rub my cock against her arse. My hands now move down off her hips and off the end of her skirt. Her legs felt so soft and. I asked her about how the life changes after marriage. She told me that it is a big responsibility and one has to adjust with many things after leaving the mom’s home and all that. I left after the lunch and she asked me to join her at the dinner, as she feels lonely while taking a dinner. I promised that I would be at her home at dinnertime. While having a dinner I was staring at her as usual and she asked again. What are you thinking? I just replied back, madam you are very beautiful and. ’ I try to open the door, but it is locked. However, the mumbling is louder, the voice is obviously gagged, but not very well. ‘Helb be! I’b stug ad I gan’d ged oud.’ A key slides out from under the door, coming to rest against my shoe. I unlock the door and slowly open it to find a tiny, well-lit bathroom with a toilet directly opposite the door and sink beside it on the back wall. The opening door comes to a bumping halt as it hits something wedged between the wall of the door and the wall. So your 18 what’s the big deal? She laughed did my mom tell you that? As she hopped out of the pool threw her shirt on and grabbed my phone put her number in and left. Now I was pretty drunk so I got out of the pool and got dried off thinking wtf did I do? I grabbed my phone and texted Sara. How old are you? I woke up the next morning hung over passed out on the couch to knocking on my door. I stumbled and opened the door to see Sara. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. And didn’t look happy.