His cool hand hovers over you, as if he were washing his prized sports car. The camera man points the lens down, but then looks at you. You give a qui...k wink and smile, just for funnsies."That is a beautiful ass" the MC says giving it a soft squeeze. He removes his hands and asks "Wanna twerk for us?" You lower your head down, half of your hair following and you begin to shift your hips side to side. You flick your hips upward for the bounce, but just left to your hips. You begin to laugh and. Because of the senior cheerleaders in my sophomore year, I was a fairly well-respected person in my school. I would be leaving all of this to go to a new school, where I would be one of thousands, and I would be relatively alone.In addition, I would be leaving all of this. A lot of my girls had already scattered around the country, and next year I would be leaving the rest of them, including my parents, Girl, Cheri and Suzy. While I had a good time during the year, it was on my mind quite a. I guess you're the next best thing!"She had told me that while we were in the salon, Cynthia and some other assistants had moved me from my old apartment to my new home, and had done some decorating. I couldn't believe it when I entered my new apartment. Sure a lot of my old things were there, but it was decorated in a completely feminine style! Not to mention that, but on the coffee table there were several women's fashion and beauty magazines. And in the bookcase, all my sports books were. Besides which the story was written almost thirty years ago so the chance of finding out exactly how much of a true story it told is probably long gone.Added to those issues is the almost total lack of verifiable information upon which one might depend when attempting to belly ride. By the time Spirit was four years old I had years of experience with my pseudo stallion, the building and use of which had taught me a great deal as it was in every respect as close to real as possible without.