Maybe you're not a kid after all. Where did you learn moves like that?" Frank said in astonishment.Slightly winded, Sarah laughed. "You like that? Eve...y gym offers some 'Pole exercise' class now. Let's just say my girlfriends and I put in a lot of practice. It takes a lot to wow the boys nowadays."My friends- no, we- had successfully pushed Sarah to feel like she could let loose to prove herself. I felt a mix of shame and anticipation."OK, OK. That's enough. This isn't a way to act," I chided,. There stands Leslie, fuming and beautiful. She pushes past Rick and into the room. “Come in,” I say sarcastically. People bursting into my hotel room uninvited is becoming a trend this morning. Leslie shoots me a look. “Shut up, bitch,” she says. I stand up slowly, the bitch in me waking up at her words. Even without shoes, my 5’8” frame towers over Leslie, who is more petite. She glares at me. “How long have you been fucking my husband?” “I fucked your ex-husband for the first time on top of. She blushed and watched as she let me do it. I could tell she was both aroused and nervous. I was giddy. The denim fell to both sides, off her pretty skin. She was wearing no bra. I reached for her nipples, pausing just before touching them. I played with one between my fingertips, making it harden. Tiny muscle spasms fluttered through the skin below her breasts. I giggled a little. She was so warm and soft. I loved the way she smelled and how she responded when I touched her. Miss Alders had. It isn’t easy, but after several moment of rest, the pair finally breaks free of the dark place and into a clearing at the edge of a village. Though the cat has never been here before, she knows that this is the place they are looking for. Immediately, her eyes catch the sign of the inn.“We’re nearly there,” she tells the witch. “I negotiate us a room for the night.”“How do you plan on that?” Penelope asks meekly.“I don’t know,” the cat answers honestly. “Maybe I can make some kind of.