But actually weren't. Anyway we ended up dancing up on each other and I bought her a drink and got talking and ended up spending the night together. I...won't go into the details of that night right now but it certainly was a lot of fun.Fast forward a month or two, we hadn't had the relationship 'talk' but it was pretty obvious we were bf and gf. We'd met each other's parents and we had gotten to know each other's friends oh and yeh she had admitted to me she was a stripper.... I had a boys night. He was unconscious and unlikely to be able to help me get him out of there. First things first, I had to get the woman out.I carefully grasped the woman's shoulder and pulled her toward me, catching her before she fell out of the car. Thank goodness she wasn't some big heavyset person. I carefully cradled her in my arms and tried to work my way over to the ladder. I immediately knew I was going to lose my footing and fall, due to the slippery pipes and bottom. My only option was to put the. "If the Cowardly Lion could disappear in a puff of smoke he would have done so. We all got behind him and pushed him forward."Wuh, wuh, well," he quaked as he stroked his tail nervously, "I'm supposed to be King of the Jungle but I'm really not. How can I be King of the Jungle when I even scare myself when I look in a mirror. To be King, I need to be many things to all people but most of all I need to have the courage of my convictions. I don't want to be a cowardly custard anymore!" he pleaded. Heflinched. Montana wasn't at all thrown. She fully concentrated onstripping his nervous system to the bare wire. "Do you like when a woman touches you?" she inquired. "Yes." "Do you generally take control of the situation, or is itinterchangeable?" "I like calling the shots." "If you're going to work in my videos, you'll have to revise yourthinking." He nodded, recording that pearl of wisdom. She fluttered through the muscular definition of his upper torso untilshe found his other nipple. He.