Male controlled by the cock between his legs, wanting only one thing, me. My pussy. My insides. To taste me, to touch me, to be deep inside me, pou...ding, pushing. My fingers are not controllable now. The thoughts making me wetter by the second. I trace my stomach, watching my fingers lead a trail down to my smooth lips. My finger slips though the first fold, and grazes my button. It sends a shock through my body. My stomach muscles tighten. I know this is only the beginning. I wonder. "It's Wednesday evenings, and you'll be dancing with other 9-13 year olds, learning the basic steps, the basic positions. After ayear, if I think you're ready, I'll advance you to the intermediateclass, where you'll be doing more complicated routines, and afteranother year- again, if I think you're ready- to pointe shoes and theadvanced class." Which class are Suriya and Priya in?" Nicole asks."The Malik girls?" Miss Fullerton asks. "They'll be in the same class asyou two. What, have you got a. "Just relax and let us enjoy your company. Before you know it, you'll be part of us. Watch and see."After the meal, Diana tried to get Joyce and Caitlin to go to the living room with the men, but they refused, wanting to help, although both were leery of the precision chaos that the women called cleanup. They were soon sucked into it, though, the good mood and laughter as well.When cleanup was over, Diana looked around her. "Okay, let's get dressed. We need to be rolling by eight. The. His name was Jim and he said he was a professor at the university. The pleasure was so good I couldn’t wait to finish myself off. But the longer I put it off the more intense my orgasm would be. He knew what I was doing but didn’t let on. Instead, he suggested that we should meet so he could teach me the proper things to do with another guy so I wouldn’t act inexperienced. I finally agreed to meet him at his apartment uptown. I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of.