.. perfect."Um, I've never danced. I don't know how," I managed to stammer out."Oh, it's easy! Get up and I'll show you how." She smiled. At me. I got...up."The Boys Are Back In Town" was just starting up on the stereo – not my favorite song. But...She started to move to the music, and for a moment I just stood there feeling very awkward. I glanced around, afraid I might find Sharon looking at me. If she noticed, I was pretty sure she'd eviscerate me later for talking with her best friend. When. Mao so don’t feel left out, but your talents are wasted anywhere else except in the tactical department.”Mao grinned. “No worries Sir. I know Hans is the best and I am not jealous or anything like that, I am proud for my best bud.”Fleming completed his check and inspected the two. “What is the secret of the Olafson Gang anyway? You guys really take the cake.”“No secret Sir, its Eric. We got real lucky with our team leader, that and the fact that we are all real friends.” Mao didn’t hesitate to. "Moko Pogonga Moko Moko!!" By now I'd gotten the rhythm of the thing. A third boy stepped from the shadows and emptied himself across the top of my salad, now threatening to disappear under the amazingly fecund outpourings of my young African benefactors. By now, the streams of semen danced wildly across every direction of my bowl, draping themselves over the lettuce, seeping into the cracks of the tomato halves, soaking into the croquettes, and filling the empty olives like a white filling in. So I was stroking my cock rubbing my ass and feeling good. I noticed that the motion light had gone on and it caught my eye. They have French doors on this bedroom leading outside. The outside light went out and I continued to jerkoff, As I looked up I could see Aunt Wilma looking trough the windows of the door, The lighting was just right. The little light form the the Tv made it easy for me to see her, She must have thought that because it was dark out side that I couldn't see her but the Tv.