What had happened? What did they say 'the way to hell is paved with good intentions'? Billy answered after a few rings."Son..." Dad speak of the devil... I'm sitting here with Peter toasting our good fortune." Son ... there is a problem." What's the problem Dad? Let team IMG fix it for you." It's Jack." Don't tell me he's upset about Ernie." No son it's about his training." Dad ... I told you, you can continue to train him as an independent fighter." Son ... Jack just signed with Rankin. I was hooked then, I knew I wanted to be just like the dancers on stage.I turned five, and it was my first day at school. I was excited and happy to begin, but for one awkward moment when I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up.I replied, "I want to be a ballerina."Everyone else laughed, then the teacher told me that boys can't be ballerinas, but only girls could be ballerinas. I would have to think of something else to be when I grew up. While I did not say anything, I thought that. Her ass cheeks were clearly visible with a long line of wetness in her crack due to the hard work. Her pajamas had slid down a bit and the upper part of her ass crack was now naked. I felt a quiver down my spines with a twitch in my balls. “How weird I am” I thought. She looked back like a cat and we exchanged our smiles, mine a lusty one appreciating her gorgeous assets. She started skipping a rope and I saw her hard and busty mounds jumping up and down briskly. Again I felt a hard on in my. As she raised up to dry her thighs with her towel, you could see that her hips cut in perfectly to form the classic wasp waist that made me just about drool!!!That was when things got interesting, because as she was drying between her thighs, she suddenly looked up and around toward the beach. When she did not see anyone, she began moving her fingers around down at her pussy without the towel!!! I was about to scream! I mean, I rubbed my eyes and did a double take. This woman was diddling.