" You smile as you come back down from your high, plopping back onto the couch next to your girlfriend.You can't help but overhear her giggling. You l...ok over to ask her what's up. She smiles, and without looking over to you, she says "Sure, Ignition is good and all, but I still think Torri would be a really good match to see!" Torri?" You immediately react with. "There's no way she'd last a round against him." You get a bit heated, which is the reaction your girlfriend was hoping for. "Well. She talked like a therapist. Every sentence came from a psychology book. Ginny’s body had a coat hangar sort of look. It curved abnormally in the strangest of places. Ginny’s office was rather basic. Light blue walls, a dirty white window blind that desperately needed dusting, a pop tart colored bookshelf that had tiny holes in each of its sides. A red desk featured a generic brand of laptop, a cracker shaped clock radio, and two manila folders that were stacked neatly on either side. The clock. I played with her anus, and she was cool with it. It worked fine as my tongue danced on her clit, rubbed some of her juices around her little hole. This double stimulation perhaps had been very arousing to her, and she got concentrated on my tongue so much that my finger didn’t matter, she just felt it good. As she got closer to climax, I continued to rub around the asshole until she was breathing heavily…getting very close. It was the moment for me to stick my finger in the little hole just a. Sorry." He walked away with a grin."I HATE YOU!" She shouted after him, laughing.The practices were fine. A little ragged, but Warren and Sophia felt that they could pull it together for competition.The compulsory dances were held on Tuesday. Warren and Sophia had spent a lot of time on their original dance, redoing it, and on fine-tuning the Sinatra free dance. The compulsories had been a bit neglected. Nevertheless, the first compulsory was the Tango Romantica, and they handled it fine. They.