My cock throbbed savagely against her ass as she sat there. She got off the tractor, and I followed, trying for some reason, to hide the uncontrollabl... dancing flesh within my pants."You keep this place really nice! It's so secluded back here," she stated as she stared through the back yard. "Yeah. You want the grand tour?"Without a word she started off and I was a step or two behind her so I could enjoy watching her hips sway as her skimpy bikini beckoned me to follow her. We weren't even to. He seemed to accept it, though unsatisfied, as the best answer I would give. So, what is it that youre hoping to get out of the school? You mean why would you bother going to school if youre already successful? Well… kind of, but no. The way he worded it had a different feel to it, almost a negative one. It wasnt what I wanted. I mean, you did decide to go to school. A lot of people see going to school as a means to get good a job, which you already have. But theres a lot more to get out of. Her 20 year-old brother sat in the audience, enjoying the show. He had laughed at the 4 and 5 years-olds doing their cute dances in their cute outfits, some taking center stage, still others crying for their mommy, afraid of being in front of so many strangers. He sat patiently through all the ‘grades’ of the evening…beginners tap, beginners ballet, beginners jazz, all the way up to just before the final‚. The last dance was with the graduating Seniors and the head dance instructor, the owner. John’s heart began to race as he saw they were holding hands with their fingers intertwined. “Maybe it’s nothing,” John thought, as he knew his wife was very physically affectionate towards everyone. She would give everyone a hug and kiss on the cheek at Church. It still felt odd and John needed to know for sure so he stayed. After about 10 minutes of chatting (which John could not hear other than the occasional burst of laughter from them, thanks to the gurgling of the fountain), they got up.