The slow dances were intense, being in her strong arms, rubbing against my sensitive chest, with a long gown swaying at my feet. Even when she was tir...d, I was left to dance with other guys, and girls. I even danced with the girls gym instructor that liked girls a little to much, not fun. I did the YMCA, Electric Slide, Achy Breaky, The Train, the Macarena and the Hustle. I had her dance skills and the flexibility in this body. By the end of the night, I forgot I was artificially height. He grabbed her hips and lifted her body to meet him, entering her gently but unable to keep this pace when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to meet him stroke for stroke. She grabbed onto his arms and lifted herself up so that their bodies were touching, the feel of his chest hair on her nipples excited her and they hardened to the point where they were aching. He bent his head and kissed her, while his hands brought her hips up and down harder on his penis. Jessica moaned as it. I said just change the dress , I am real hungry and don't want to wait for you to get dressed again. ( I really didn't want her to get out of that sexy stuff under it ). She said OK unzip me and I'll grab something else. I unzipped the dress and she let it fall down. She stepped out of it and my eyes where glued on her sexy body. As she walked toward her closet she said be a doll and pick that up it cost four hundred dollars. What? there goes all your profit you'll make at the party. She said. It’s the thing growing up from the dark soil in the middle of that spacious hollow that makes my pussy instantly dampen and throb with urgent need. Chapter 2 --The Phallus in the HollowSaturdayRising out of a maybe six-inch-high dirt mound that’s longer than it is wide, there’s a lone, very phallic-looking plant that lacks chlorophyll or colorful pigment of any kind. And by phallic, I mean that the thing growing from the thick white stalk that’s jutting out of the soil mound is a fleshy, beige.