I return inside to look for Ma. I look on the dancefloor, and she's where she said she'd be. "Whoever's brave" turns out to be two african american individuals, one tall and build, the other shorter and stockier, but still muscular. They grind up against her swaying their hips stylishly, and she grinds her ass and pussy back against them, like she's spinning a hoola-hoop. She gets low to the ground and her tits rub against the stockier dude in front of her, right on either side of the visible hard-on straining against his slacks. After she straightens up, he pushes his crotch right up against hers. Her grabs her thighs and pulls her gyrating body close to his. The dancer behind her's dancemoves have devolved into more or less humping against her backside.
A cute, noticably tipsy brunette girl with green eyes touches my arm. She says to me, "Hey cutie, how bout a dance?" Her paisley tubetop shows that her tits are quite small, but firm. Her short jean-skirt fluffs out a bit at the waist, hinting at a round ass. I think about Kelly... but she's off with my Pa, so fuck it, right?
Should I dance? Should I dance with Ma? Should I just drink myself into oblivion? |