I turn around, still carrying her, and sit at the edge of the bed where she pushes me until I fall into the bed. She places her hands over my chest an... begins moving her hips, moaning with each movement. I put my hands on her hip and start thrusting slowly into her, where she starts to increase her up and down motion, until I can’t keep up with her because of my position (I had no leverage). Her moaning is now more rapid and louder, meaning she is reaching her orgasm. I move my hands slowly. I waited for him to touch my pulsating clitoris that was begging for him to satisfy, and he did, with strong sweeping strokes sending me into orbit. As Lisa watched, I felt my hips begin to shudder and wriggled to escape but Lisa held my wrists firmly above my head making me thrash about trying to cope with the flood of sensations spiraling through my body. My excitement initiated her excitement again, and her soft lips touched mine gently just as my hips rocked and gave way to an amazing. Be careful how you answer; remember you are now a girl and you should have a girlie color." I like Pink," I said reluctantly and with some trepidation."What shade of pink?" Hot Pink?" I said more like a question than a statement."Is that a question or an answer?" I like hot pink" I said for it was my only safe choice."I am glad to hear that, Joannie. That's exactly what I thought you would say."With that Dana quickly pulled back the tarp and revealed a couple of gallons of paint as well as a. I shook my head. I heard the drummer, then the electric guitar. ‘Dance?’ I said. We walked into the other room where the band was playing. Hard rock. I wanted to hold her. That’s the trouble with modern dances. You don’t get to hold the girl. After about five minutes we sat down. Funny. I looked at her. I couldn’t figure myself out. I wasn’t thinking about laying this girl. I was thinking it would be just nice to talk to her. No, that wasn’t it. I was afraid to think about wanting to lay her..