Probably somebody saw me coming and going there, to his house, and probably somebody had something to say about it.But I never heard nothing right out... about it, and old Bill was happier than I ever remembered him being, and, Hell, I was pretty happy my own self, as far as that goes.Things started goin' to Hell, though, with Mama, and there wasn't any way I could afford to have anybody in, full-time, to take care of her, and there wasn't any way I could just stay home with her all the time,. And every week you get a chance to see Jpegs of a woman who must be at least forty, over fifteen years older than both of us, with big tits and even bigger thighs, who romps around in the nude, paints herself and sticks stuff up her twat. How can that be fucking liberating or whatever?" You just don't understand women," insisted Lisa, arching her head and flicking back her long black hair so that Simon's tongue could more easily twiddle with the ring that pierced her nipple.Simon really did not. He described how the flow of the skirt over their wide athletic hips and the thick muscular thighs just drove him wild while they danced and cheered on the sidelines. He’s always fancied Lisa. Lisa has been a friend and mentor of mine since I began dance and cheer back in junior high. I’ve known her for 14 years now. She was 25 or 26 at the time and new to town. She had finished her high school and college days as the head cheerleader and then went on to join Tampa Bay’s football squad.. This is actually technically American Tango, not the international ballroom type, but since I doubt any of you are expecting to compete in the next two weeks, that won't matter, and it's easier, we think, to learn — and to teach!" But remember, everyone," interjected Belinda, "the Tango is theatre, you have to let yourselves go, to feel it. That's why we teach it last, so that you're already used to dance, to movement. Now, I think we're ready to start?"Before the lesson proper began, Yves came.