Dirty dancing


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This photograph of Emma making eyes at me was taken fifteen years ago to the day. Emma was a brunette then, and wore her hair even longer than she does now. I remember the occasion well. We were guests at the wedding of the couple who stayed with us last month. Getting into the swing of things, Emma and I had been flirting (with each other, of course) all day. Wedding, anniversaries, parties, etc. always affected us in that way. Having sat through the service thigh to hot thigh, and played footsie under the table at the reception, Emma and I were wet and hard respectively. And the hotel grounds had given a much-needed opportunity for some passionate necking and groping. Then of course, there was the dancing - so-called. After a little persuasion and a few glasses of wine, I can always be relied upon to take Emma for a slow shuffle around the dance-floor with my cock pressed hard against her belly. It’s more of a dry fuck than a waltz - and not always completely dry. I have been known to come, if Emma holds me closely enough.

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