”“Well, you’ve already said that you’ll dance with me. We can dance and wait at the same time.”“Aren’t you that pervert?”“No. We had...that conversation. We decided that appreciating the sight of your luscious derriere is a normal male reaction, not a perversion.”“I’m not too sure about that.”“Did you have a male acquaintance who said he didn’t like the sight of your butt? Are you certain that he was telling the truth?”“It’s not like that. Oh!”•... *“I really liked dancing like that. I’m not. I see you are finally loosening up, great! Have fun, see you later, honey. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!’ He laughed at his idea of a joke, headed back to the house actually looking happy. I was thinking I read that one right, a short laugh escaped my lips. ‘Thank you.’ She looked at me with a smile. Then we sat there for a long time, I slipped one of my own tapes into the tape deck, the one I thought was the best. After all, it did sell almost 40 copies. ‘You are a nice guy, aren’t you?’. It was as ifthe worries of his current situation reappeared. "I guess notno...but...do I really need to?" Unfortunately, you do. You kinda have to talk to them to get to thispoint." she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood."Before i do." She waved dismissively at his confused face. 'Tell me, ifthere was a way to make it happen, would you want to be me?" Be...you?" If you could be me, fully functionally, would you want to?" ..well, i guess it would be hot...but? impossible." Impossible? Oh, how. " She bit her lip as she moved quickly to orgasm. He had his left hand wrapped around her hair, gently pulling backwards as he was fucking her. Then she looked back at Bob and said, “I want you to come for me. Come for me, Bob.” There was something about the way that she said it. Something in the words, or in the cadence… and he immediately felt like he was going to explode. He grunted, and she told him to wait. She wanted to come with him. “Ohhh…. god…… ohhh…. ummm” He was having trouble.