..” I felt my face blush, hard. “I’m a grown woman now. I want it to be you.” I looked at him and met his gaze. We stared at each other awk...ardly. “I haven’t been with anyone since.... you know.” He looked down and my body instinctively moved to him. I hated seeing him sad. It had been almost half a year since she had died, he was still not over it. “I know. That’s why I want to give you this... you’ve always taken care of me. Let me take care of you, Daddy.” My hands held his face, his. He let her remove them and then crawled back into the center where he lay in naked admiration of her voluptuous, supple body. She put her hands above her head and swung her hips to allow the remains of the dress to slide off her legs onto the floor. His hard cock jumped and started oozing pre-cum when he saw her standing in nothing but her swaying hips and high heels that said, "Come fuck me," as clearly as if it had been printed in large, bold letters across her ass that swayed. Due to their work schedules, and the fact that they were part-time students, full-time having first choice of times / rooms, they were booked for late one evening.They did get a large practice room, with plenty of space to refine their dance. In fact, they were nearly alone at that time of the evening, the other students and faculty were few. It was then, it was there, that their lives changed, their careers became art and their art became their calling. That they set a new direction for their. ."The car sped along the road for half a mile before shuddering to a halt, at the side of the road lay a woman's bike, twisted beyond use. Julie got out of the car and looked at the bike, caught on one of the pedals was a strip of jeans; the material matched the ones the girl was wearing!"Now I really need to get you checked out lady," she mused before striding back to the car.As she settled back into her seat she glanced across to the woman, her back was arched as her hand busily moved inside.