She took her phone and played one of the reggae songs she heard at the club. She then started moving her hips and asked me if she's doing it alright. ...ot to make her feel bad I smiled and said shes doing a great job. After knowing m this long she knew when I am lying and when I am telling the truth.I told her it is really hard to explain, she then said well come show me. I walked up to her and grabbed her hips. I came up on her ass and swayed them side to side. She started to get the hang of it. ."Her voice trailed off as Dan's camera clicked. I don't think she saw him because her head was buried in the mattress but the sound got through. Suddenly she was struggling to get up.Before any of the four could materially change positions, Dan put down his camera and as one we swung the bats. The sounds of illicit sex suddenly were overcome by the high-pitched screams of two guys in extreme pain. Both of them suddenly scrambled off the bed onto the floor, curling into a fetal ball and. He returned to his house, showered, shaved, and dressed in preparation for his dinner with Cynthia. Knowing that he would be accompanying a woman to a public place, he chose to wear dress pants, a light blue shirt, and a sports coat. The restaurant wasn't formal enough to demand that he wear a suit. As it was, he'd probably be the most formally dressed person at the place.Exiting the house, he looked over his pickup truck. It was old, but he kept it in good mechanical condition and the interior. They entered the house and Alex saw every light in the house was on and she heard the teapot whistling. Chris poked his blond head into the hallway. ‘Good, you’re home. I’ve checked every nook and cranny and there isn’t even a dust bunny hiding anywhere. The water’s hot. Peppermint or chamomile?’ Alex rushed to Chris and kissed his cheek. He was barely taller than her, stocky and fit, with a matching tattoo to Brian’s around his right bicep. ‘You’re a godsend, and chamomile please.’ Chris.