" What if Claude has other plans?" The lawyer looked at Mark and cocked his head."Then I'll go buy something at K Mart and take the two best looking b...bes in town to the Country club. I meant it when I said I wanted things to go my way." Well, in that case we better go get clothes." Claude laughed in amazement at the changes that already happened in Mark. "I think there is hope for you after all." Inside he was worried. He did not want Mark to take control of anything, not yet anyway. There was. I tried not to notice, but I did. A girl can tell, you know. “So,” I asked him, “is that what you do for a living.” “You mean dance for a living? No. I’m much more boring than that.” He smiled. “Okay, tell me about the dancing.” “Simple. I’ve always had good timing. Well, an ex-girlfriend was a professional dancer. So I took courses and we entered some contests, that’s all.” “Did you win?.” “Sometimes,” he said. “You said ex.-girlfriend. What happened to her?” “Misha, still in New York. Still. The picture; there I stood behind her in front of big windows watching cars drive by with my cock jumping around seeing her crotch pulse as she laughed and what I had just put in her ooze out and run down her leg. Her quizzical look was funny too and when I could explain she laughed. I stepped to her and pressed against her ass and we must have stayed like that for minutes until we finally slowed and stopped. She had put several towels down when she cleaned earlier, and I took one gently wiping. Yet I was uncertain. We'd agreed not to "do it," but I wasn't at all clear just what that meant. Jean spoke repeatedly of "the incest thing." Just what was the incest thing anyway? Was it talking about sex? I thought not. Then was it touching? Well, we'd certainly touched on a couple of occasions and neither of us appeared to be troubled, much less traumatized by the experience, so I thought that wasn't it.If she sucked my dick once, was that incest? How about when I fingered her pussy? To.