..not in my step. :O)By this time I am on the dance floor and having a blast. I’ve met and introduced myself to a few attractive females. It is just...the right time for the prowl to commence. There is always that ‘freaky song’ set that gets played every couple of hours or so at the dance club. Here, the DJ plays something to get as many people on the dance floor at once(especially the white women) then a really good freaky set starts to play. My mouth waters, and I start to lick my lips at all. She took my arm again and dragged me behind her from his room to the front door. I lived two houses down from them, and she marched me painfully down the street and up my driveway in just my shirt and panties. I wasn’t sure exactly what time it was, but I knew it was early morning, around 9 or 10.I dreaded every last step up to my front door, where she beat on it like she was the police, knowing my Dad would never believe me.Dad swung the door open, pissed off already because of the way she had. No that wasn’t it. What he really desired was… However, that currently wasn’t his issue. The pain was controlled. His issue was his recent realization. He finally understood how it worked. ‘What drove a man to…’ When George awoke, his foremost thought was, ‘Let me see if I can explain this, because it isn’t simple,’ but his brain produced a series of images that flashed by too quickly for him to recognize them. Yet, somehow, George recognized each image. They were the images of his life. In his. I quietly rolled and was rewarded with her back as the shirt was pulled over her head. Her hands reached back unclipping a white bra before leaning forward as the bra dropped. I caught a full side boob as she bent to remove trousers showing her sizeable ass in panties leaving enough on show for my hand to be working harder under the covers. As her second trouser leg was pulled off she tripped, turning as she stumbled giving me a full side view of her tits as they hung down bouncing as she.