‘Oh fuck Pam … your bottom is gorgeous’! Holy Moses she wasn’t wearing panties! Her thighs were clad in nylon holdups and her puckered bumhole...was winking at me. Her arse was beyond sexy and her sex was shaved. The outer lips were swollen and her furrow was yawning and ready. ‘Fuck me Bill’. I pulled my shorts and pants down and got behind her still standing. I got hold of her hips and nudged my cock against the entrance of her tunnel. She felt me pressing at her opening. ‘Put it in Bill … put. The people in front of me stopped talking in mid-sentence, and parted to the sides of the hall like I was Moses or something. They all looked glassy-eyed, and moved back together after I’d passed, acting as if nothing had happened. It’s like I’m Professor Xavier or something, I thought, and chuckled at the absurdity. I looked at a guy walking the opposite way down the hall and thought, Okay, Magneto, drop those books! My head roared again, and the guy dropped his books into the floor. ‘No. I decided to walk away from the young Asian girls because everytime anyone or myself would get close to them they would take a step away, smile, and continue dancing. So I left them to find a lady to dance with who I could really have some fun with. I split away from my friends and started to look for a woman who wasn’t dancing with someone. Or a woman who looked alone. Unfortuanty I was not able to find one given that every woman was dancing with someone or was with their girlfriends. So I. Then again, not every recording artist employed the type of choreographythat Kate was having me learn. She kept telling me that I was a naturaldancer, and she seemed to be using that talent to its potential.By the end of each day I yearned for the chance to practice the slowsongs or the ones that involved me and my guitar. They would give me thechance to rest between the high octane songs that got Kate revved upeach morning. But I didn't get to practice them much, since theirchoreography was.