EN LA PISTA HABIA UN TIPO Q BAILABA MUY BIEN CON UN RITMO ESPECTACULAR Q PODRIA SER CONSIDERADO UN MAESTRO DEL BAILE, LO LAMENTABLE ERA Q EL TIPO SE V...IA BASTANTE FEO, ERA DELGADO DESCARBADO CON MUY MAL GUSTO EN EL VESTIR CON LA CARA LARGA DESPEINADO Y LA CARA MARCADA POR LOS GRANOS D LA JUVENTUD. A PESAR DE ELLO EL TIPO BAILABA COMO EL MEJOR DE LOS BAILARINES Y DESPEDIA SIMPATIA Y SENSUALIDAD EN SU RITMO, LO CUAL NO PASO INADVERTIDA A MI PRINCESA QUIEN ME LO HISO NOTAR, Y LA RETE A Q CON EL. Then she thanked my father for fetching her, before she grabbed her bags and headed off upstairs to her room, and as she did, she gave me a wink, before leaving me looking totally bewildered."You okay Sam?" asked my stepmother"Yeah" I replied unsure what else to say.After that, I went and sat in the living room to watch some television and try and forget what had just happened, and it was about an hour later my stepsister came strolling backdown in a short summer dress."Hey Sam, what you. Cassandra asked me to buy her a new outfit that she could wear to the restaurant. At Cassandra’s suggestion I removed my tie and dress shirt. Luckily I had an undershirt on that day. Cassandra got back in the van, which had darkened windows for some privacy. Then Cassandra told me to stare out the front window so that she could change.Well I simply turned my head forwards and looked in the rear view mirror. I could plainly see Cassandra in the back seat undressing. She removed everything until. I think that you’re very beautiful and desirable, Peanut. You’ll make some guy very lucky one day,” I told her as I shut my eyes and tried to resist jumping her and ripping her top off so that I could suck on her nipples.I heard her use the remote to start the movie, and then I felt her climb up and straddle my butt as she started to dribble baby oil all over my back.“I can’t wait to tell you who I like on Monday like you told me too. I hope that the person that I want to talk to you about is.