Do you have one more dance left in you tonight?" you say as you perch in a chair and look hopefully at me."For you, yes." These are the dances that r...eally matter to me.I click on the stereo and select something with a beat. Dancing around you, I flash you sexy eyes and lick my lips. I rub my hips, bottom and crotch against you every chance I get.Lifting my shirt, I give you a quick peek at my bra and quickly pull my shirt down again. I smile wickedly to you. Rubbing against you, I dance. Small businesses abounded everywhere. Ranchers drove cattle into holding pens, and sometimes in the older scenes, even using the main streets of the small towns to do so. Blacksmiths toiled at their forges, some of their completed wares displayed outside their shops, leather workers made harness and other items, boot makers worked at their trade, their boots and shoes lining the windows of their shops, and seamstresses worked in their small businesses, their dresses displayed in their front. I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again and went home. A few days later, to my surprise, I got an E- mail from her. She indicated her name was Claire.She told me she was going to the woods the next day, if I wanted to join her. That’s all she wrote. I was flushed with arousal. I had never been with a woman before and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like. She didn’t say what time I she would be there, so I went early and sat and waited. It was early afternoon before I saw her approaching.. “And this,” she purred as she kissed his chin, and then his hairy chest, stopping briefly to suck on his nipples and then slowly downward as her hand stroked his pulsating cock. Jodie pulled his cock upward with her hand while she kissed and licked slowly up and down his shaft.“Oh fuck! Suck my cock!” Adam moaned.Jodie looked up at Adam’s face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open, panting as she sucked on just the very edge of his cock tip while her fingers caressed his.