This was the first time I'd danced with a woman who'd danced on broadway. She led and I followed, concentrating, trying to keep time, working to kee... my movements in balance with hers. It was hard, but I thought I was doing it. All at once, she pressed tight to me, her chest to mine, her thighs to mine, her lips to my ear. "Relax," she breathed into my ear. "Let the feeling penetrate you. Let the music fill you and carry you away. That's the secret, you have to feel as you dance."So I. "Okay practice that for a while and I will change the butt plug.This process continued for the next 30 minutes. Apparently I was a great student and "a natural" after 30 minutes I was bouncing up and down on a fist -shaped dildo while at the same time I was able to take his longest fattest dildo down my throat. My mind was completely empty as I bounced and bounced and swallowed and swallowed. This was having a profound effect on the doctor, whose cock was now starting to dribble pre-calm. I. Slowly and carefully, I lay down on the tiled floor. I could feel water running around me toward some drain in the center of the room. After a few seconds, I wondered if I'd lost them. But then a searching hand clutched my foot. I felt a body crawling over me, two large round breasts push against my chest. And then there was something differently wet at the tip of my cock. Fingers reached down and positioned me at her entrance. Then she descended on me all the way to the base. In my mind, I. We went into the darkened theater and found two seats over on the left near the back. In five minutes, the two of us were kissing and starting to get to know each other a lot better. Debbie wasn't very good looking. She had short light brown hair and was on the heavy side a little bit. She was about five two and maybe weighed one forty five or so. Her boobs were somewhat flabby too, and drooped already at thirteen. She was certainly friendly though, and that made up for her cosmetic.