That’s how we came up with the idea of incorporating dance lessons in with regular studies. It teaches a lot about movement and how to feel air flow...’ ‘I’m sure it does.’ She paused, moving closer. ‘You’re an amazing man, Martin.’ Her mouth touched his and sparks flew behind her eyelids, her pussy answering in kind. His hands slid down her back and playfully gave her rump a squeeze. She broke the kiss, whispering, ‘Now take me home.’ * * * * * He started slowly, letting his hands learn her from. That she masturbated quite a lot too. I was suprised to hear that, because I knew that she was married and I figured that married people always had sex. I told her that, and she laughed. She told me that she had tastes that her husband couldn't fulfill. Then she told me that she liked girls too. She told me that maybe if I helped her out that she could keep what she had caught me doing private. I said that I didn't know. That I had never done that, and that girls never really had. I step out of the car and take a deep breath of the fresh sweet mountain air. Glancing over at you as you step out of the car, a wicked gleam comes into my eyes and I quickly kneel to make good on the thought that just entered my mind. I quickly ball some snow up and stand up and toss it over the car where it smacks you on the back of your jacket.You turn to me with a matching gleam in your eye and the fight is on! You bend and make a huge ball and toss it over, smacking me in the face and I. . the better to eat you, my dear."Cyrano I am. And that being the case, would Madame permit my humble self to entertain her exalted ladyship."She smiled. "Madame permits."Madame permits Mr. Chump to entertain certain dangerous delusions.He suggested a rendezvous in a gourmet restaurant near his apartment."My dear Cyrano, with me one need not go through an elaborate courtship dance. Foolish rituals are for fools. I am a woman who knows what she wants. *Exactly* what she wants. Right now I want.