The song ended, and we broke apart. A man named Dean swept up Carrie in two seconds for the next dance. I went and met the blond – Sheila Winters. W... got into a sexy dance, and this time the dance turned into a bit of a make out session right on the dance floor. I liked how Sheila kissed, and I apparently rang her chimes too. Soon our bodies were grinding together at the hips in mock anticipation of a similar act without clothing.Sheila and I swapped French kisses. When we were both panting,. The sex could be better, she thought, much better. They, like all newly weds, screwed like minxes the first six months or so of their marriage. Then gradually the sex tailed off in intensity and frequency, especially after Manny's business began to take off.It was the usual story. As the business grew and prospered he devoted more and more time to it and that meant less and less time for Catherine. Not that he didn't try to make things up to her. There had been some vacations, some romantic. I wasn't fighting John anymore, I was simply complying with him. I could now stand again, and John helped me into a pair of cotton panties with pretty pink flowers and a lace trim with a bow in the front on them. These we're followed by the softest of white little girl tights and white ruffled socks.As I was developing little breasts, John decided it time for me to start wearing a training bra. This again was incredibly soft and white, and like the panties, was very frilly in places. This. The ceiling fan was suddenly whirring too loudly, the room was too stuffy, and her mom"s cat Whitney seemed to be smothering Stacy"s legs where he was laying. Images of the dream that woke her up kept creeping up in her head. All she wanted to do was go back to that dream, but she knew it was wrong. So very wrong. But the passion!There was no choice, but to give up on sleep for right now. If she laid there any longer she would go out of her mind! Stacy tossed her covers aside and dragged.