#148594 - Entering my room I saw her bent over the desk lighting the last of the candles she'd placed around the room, dancing slightly in time to the Elvis compilation she'd put on, then she turned around and told me to switch the light off, so there was only the warm orange glow from the candles. Dance with me, she said with a smile, holding out her hand, so I took it and we both started twisting and jiving, singing along and laughing good naturedly at each other's dancing. Once there, I stroked the front of her black knickers, her pubic hair beneath forming a kind of cushion covered by the material, with only a couple of individual curls escaping under the elastic, and a damp patch, while not too visible in the dim light, was perfectly evident to my fingers as they played over where her hole was.