So I went: "Sure, uh, Mrs. Ca...I mean, ma." You're welcome, Cully." Gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck, sweetheart." Turned loose my arm-stalked...away like an old Gypsy woman.Years later I told mother how the old Gyp had warned me. "Well, Dale, you're no picnic, son."Left hand she wrung in & out. Right hand wrung her clitoris. "Oh, fuck, Cully. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She bellowed, top of her lungs." Faster and faster each hand raced.'FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" The scream was. '"Yeah! And I still have my costumes as well as copies of the girl'suniforms, cheerleader's dance team, and majorettes," I declared as Ishowed her my cache of girl's clothing."Even from grammar school, I see," she chuckled as she pointed to ablazer."Have you worn them as a young adult?" Yep! A flat chested adult, though." A rather tiny adult." Well, I did stop growing when I was ten. Lucky for me, I grew ratherfast." True, and you've been a soloist in the Meadowbrook United MethodistChurch. My arms are around her. Her pelvis grinds against my belly slowly, like waves lapping. My penis slides in a half an inch and then back, in and back, just enough to break the friction. Her breathing gets a little faster, a little deeper. We keep the same rythm, not hurrying, softly rocking and undulating against each other. I just feel her body on mine and nothing else in the world.Very suddenly I feel the bloat and swelling at the head of my penis that signals my imminent orgasm. Cindy goes. In the back of my mind I somehow thought this was only going to end up with me making a huge fool of myself. I was always fairly athletic, but dancing was something that just never seemed to come natural. Perhaps because my heart was never truly into it. Then again, maybe if I had a partner dressed like those ballroom dancers you see on television it might be a different story. We paid our dues after listening to a fifteen minute speech by the instructor and headed home. Our classes were to.