I got up on stage and started to shake my ass to the music. I had been practicing for months so I really knew what I was doing. I could make my right ...heek bounce then my left cheek bounce then my right cheek bounce ten my left cheek bounce. I could make my whole ass jiggle. I could twerk down to the floor and then bend over with my legs straight and my ass facing the guys with my upper body still facing down. I was feeling the music and feeling so free that I closed my eyes and just danced and. My ear phones go in but i dont press play because I want to hear what they are talking about. It's the usual stuff, I battered someone, he's a thick blah blah blah. Soon they are on about your some lucky girl that one of them lashed out of it. She's a dirty slut that one, she even licked his arse apparently. I have pics, look at the hole on her. She's a beaut, not stuck up like this yolk sitting on front of us. Then they went quiet for a minute before i feel something on my head, I put my hand. She glanced at it thoughtfully, posing a little as she had seen Jeanne, her roommate, do in fashion shows.I could be a model if I wanted to, she thought. And anyway, Jeanne isn't exactly a model, she added. She only does that when she can get away from the bar-girl bit. Then, feeling guilty for having been envious of her girl friend, she tucked a few stray pubic hairs into the legband of her blue panties and reached for her housecoat.It was Saturday morning, and she felt wonderful at not having. I noticed a ring on her finger so guessed she was married but from the way she was looking at me I don’t think physical contact was high on her marital agenda, I mean she wasn’t what you would call stunning in fact I probably wouldn’t give her a second look to be honest plus I didn’t really like her tone.“If you are staying Mrs Lane, can I offer you a drink?” I asked trying to be as polite as possible, “I have coffee or I have some homemade juice” I continued and with another frown, “Oh too hot.