Gently, but firmly she pushes the girl’s thighs apart so that they are wide open.Leaning down and placing her mouth on the girl’s shaven slit, Bea...rix kisses it as she would Danyelle’s mouth, her tongue moving inside to get a taste of taste her—one small taste. Danyelle moans as the tongue moves out of her pussy. The taste of the girl and her scent is intoxicating. Through the haze of want and need, Beatrix can hear her girlfriend’s whispering, begging, moaning, as well as her own shallow. Why did I insist on being the pursuer? What was it getting me? Why didn't I take advantage of a sure thing when it presented itself? Why was I letting a thirty-one year old physical education teacher use me as her little boy's male companion?Well, that was an easy question to answer. Just thinking of how the soft material of her baseball pants hugged her ass was enough to get me aroused. Remembering the sight of her bald pussy as it was being lowered to accept my cock, made me want to continue. There was no great exuberance in their dancing during the quicker numbers. Instead they kept to the rhythm but never stopped talking. In the slower numbers Louise noticed that his arms did go round her but he never pulled her pelvis to his and, although they danced cheek to cheek, they would pull back frequently to talk again. She relaxed.She danced too. None of the boys made any advances even though they were happy to snuggle a bit during the slow numbers. No one tried to make a date with her. Her hands fidgeted, and her eyes darted over Jason as if not sure where to place them. They lingered for a second on his crotch before she turned her head towards her compatriot. "Take over for me for a bit?"Her partner just grunted without looking up from the paperback she was reading.Cindy stepped out from behind the counter. "Um ... Ms. Missen said I was supposed to be working with you from now on, but she didn't say exactly what I was supposed to be doing."Jason's cock rose to swift.