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Subject: {ASSM} RP? Dancing Dyan {Hoisington}(MF oral)
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Date: Sun, 04 Mar 2012 06:10:04 -0500
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Dancing Dyan
by Russell Hoisington
Copyright(C) 2003 by Russell Hoisington


My sincerest thanks to Denny Wheeler for editing this story.



I abandoned Rocco's for finding women but returned for the food. That 
was all fate needed. I was feasting on excellent prime rib when 
Perfection walked in, window shopped, made a beeline for my booth, and 
sat down.

"I have a thing for men wearing dark glasses indoors."

I didn't explain that I'd shattered my regular pair.

She said her name was Dyan, her now ex-fiance had confessed to cheating 
repeatedly, and she intended to catch up.

Brandy was served at her apartment. She complained about the heat and 
removed her dress and shoes, her entire wardrobe. She invited me to join 
her.

After we extensively studied each other's secrets in braille, I 
suggested we adjourn to her bedroom. She refused, saying we had to slow 
dance first. After fifteen minutes of cheek-to-cheek and dick-to-bush 
dancing, she pulled me into the bed, sat on my face, and administered 
the blowjob of my life. We came and passed out.

We awoke at midnight and resumed fondling, but before I could "climb 
aboard," she wanted fifteen more minutes of cheek-to-cheek dancing. 
After that she pulled me atop her and showed me tricks with her pussy 
that most women can't do with their mouths. Again we came and passed out.

Around three more fondling, and again more cheek-to-cheek dancing. Then 
it was a mixture of doggy-style and woman-on-top that convinced me she'd 
merely been warming up earlier.

We awoke at eight. "How about one for the road?" I asked.

"Only if you dance with me."

"I'm curious. Why do you always dance before sex?"

She licked her full lips. "I don't like sex without first having a 
little floor play."

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