I've never danced before, I'm sure I'd be horrible..." Not a problem! I can teach anyone!" and..." Ken thought he would have to admit the truth, or so...ething close to it. "Well, I'm so embarrassed about my figure. I'm so scrawny."Sarah looked at Ken, with sympathy. "Oh sweetheart, look at you. Your figure is standard issue Russian ballerina. Did you ever notice how gawky they are when not on stage? Your movements are not graceful, perhaps, but we'll work on that. Now here, I'm not going to take. You're wearing my snail trail on your face into the dress shop!" Well then, in that case," I straighten my tie and adjust my cock, "I guess I'm ready to go." Don't touch yourself again... you can only touch yourself with my permission." "Yes mistress. Of course..."I still have the drying liquid syrup from her cunt on my face as I drive to the dress store, my cock aching in my pants.-----We arrive at a very nice dress store, with a seamstress on hand for alterations, and attentive staff. It is a. I folded. Well, Duh! As if I had EVER won an argument with Shelby.“Ok! Ok! Ok! I’ll take you. (I swear I said that, but I did NOT sound like Joe Pesci in Lethal Weapon 3, or was that Lethal Weapon 2. At least, I hope I didn’t.)So then I had a naked woman and a half naked girl hugging me. “Get dressed,” I said“Are you ashamed of us?” By now Angel was down to her panties.“Stop. Ok, Angel keeps the panties on. She’s only thirteen after all, not a concubine. Put your flip-flops back on and carry. . I don't know what ... yes."Maria stepped over to Pat and hugged her and then in a voice almost too low for the rest of us to hear she told her dear friend, "You were the one that told me they were special, but even you didn't know just how special they really are."That got the other girls too crying. I turned away and wiped my eyes discreetly. Then turning back I said, "Take Pat shopping with you. She'll need stuff for both houses as well." Ha! We'll need two cars again." Vicky exclaimed.