Angie gave him a quick kiss and scampered off to the bathroom.When she returned they lay in bed discussing all of the things they wanted to get done b...fore heading back to Sanderson. Angie called the sheriff's office and talked to Darcy Middleton. She had been living with her parents until she found a place of her own. So Darcy was going to house sit for Angie and Angie was going to furnish Darcy a place to keep her horse. Everyone was tickled pink.While Angie was talking to Darcy about the. ”“It’s true no matter who you are. I face many expectations and stereotypes as a ballet dancer. So does Shannon, at school and with her friends. And don’t get me started on trying to get boys to come here. After they get to a certain age, they always drop out.”“That’s too bad. Why?”“Let me ask you this. If you took ballet classes here, would you tell your friends?”Clara looked at me directly. I swallowed hard. Before I could answer, her face softened into a smile and she rescued me.“You don’t. Her eyes sparkled and her face, flushed, was pinched with anticipation. Her eyes were dark pools and I felt myself drowning in them.I reached down and gently coaxed her hand from my cock. It sprung out of her grip and twitched in the air, desperate for any friction at all. I rose up on to my knees. My cock bobbed before me. She gazed up at me, a wicked smile playing about her lips. She was giving herself to me and she was mine to enjoy. It was a beautiful gift and I loved her for it."Get on. After holding the inners in her left hand, she walked out of the car and threw it over a motorbike parked near her car.Waiting in the lift after punching the button to the theater located on the top floor, she stared at her reflection. The yellow shirt was giving off the impression of her nipples.The cleavage that originated just below the first button slot looked pretty hot, thanks to her 34B melons. Turning around, she looked at her ass. She needed someone to spank her there.Fast forward..