Charles & Claire, please come forward for a moment?”I took Claire by her hand, and we hustled over to Jimmy and asked, “Yes, Jimmy, what do you ne...d?”“Well, I first want to say thank you for showing up ready to dance and for being my demonstrators. I don’t know why, but I was positively certain you had learned those other steps. Would the two of you be interested in being my official ‘Dance Demonstrators’ each week? I can give you my list of dances and steps I plan to teach in advance. You two. I was just saying to her, ‘Good girl, suck me and I will give you some cum to taste’. Naughty words yes, but then Joanie was a crossdressing male slut!Suddenly the door opens and there stands her wife Karen with her hands on her hips looking angry. Joanie freezes in horror because she has been caught with someone, doing ‘that’. Karen takes my arm and pulls me away and my rock hard cock slips out of Joanies mouth as I stagger back not knowing what to do I just stand there as Karen stands above. He was too laid back. Sensitive. Liked to read big bulky brick-sized books like “Shogun” and listen to The Cure and Depeche Mode and didn’t care much for aggressive hip hop or popularity or the latest clothes, fashions, trends. And he didn’t have a fade or a flattop. Instead he had shoulder length dark wispy hair, parted down the middle, mutton chop sideburns and wore solid black shirts and jeans and heavy, murky eye liner.That’s why he fit in with us. That’s why he was a fag. Because we were. He thought of the old furniture in bare-boarded rooms and their ancient, saggy mattress. She was too good for out here. He was busting to buy them better things, a bed with all its springs or a new kitchen table so he needn’t lean down to help prepare their dinner. It gave him backache right before mealtimes, a reminder of how much work he has yet to get done. By next summer he hoped to buy all the comforts a young couple would want to turn the drafty old Queenslander into a cozy refuge..