She barely knew Brock ... not that she cared all that much. In fact, she was surprised how little it mattered to her. She now felt like a complete wom...n who could do anything (and anyone) that she wanted to. She leaned over and opened the back door that faced a small yard behind Brock’s dad’s business. She lifted off of Brock’s still semi-hard cock and squeezed her pussy lips together with her hand. With her legs pressed together, she shuffled to the grass, her small but round ass bouncing. She doesn’t listen though, claiming music helps her relax and focus. Plus, she also practices her dance routine every single night before going to bed. The people on the lower levels could hear the footsteps, which I knew because I lived right beneath her. Sometimes she dances all night, which understandably can really get on someone's nerves...I tried to talk to the owner about her, but apparently she is a celebrity and because of that he treats her like she’s a queen, saying it will help. Her tank top left just enough for my imagination, though I could tell she had a small chest and belly-dancing worthy hips. Her hair was messed up, which I find sexy, and she had the most mysterious that I have seen to this day. Every thing about her was dark and every thing about her turned me on. Me, Tina, Lexy, and our friend Amber set off for a party. It was really just a small gathering, and Lexy clung to me because our friends Nic and Shad were aggressively interested in her. She was a. Only the college and the plastics plant will be the large employers around here.’ Edith commented. ‘Sorry Edith, I don’t have a choice. If there were another option, I just don’t see it.’ We chatted a while longer, then rose to leave. He thanked us for stopping by, we shook and left. On the way home I was silent, thinking. Trish was downcast and Edith was watching me. We reached home before Becky and Sam had started milking, I asked them to go ahead and start, I’d be out in a bit. ‘Edith, do.