She danced pretty good for an amateur, she even tried to do thebutterfly but at the last second before her knees touched the stage herfeet shot out in...front of her. Her heel flying off spilling a table fullof drinks. But I jumped up with her and we finished together."Oh god I could have killed someone," she blurted out. God that's harderthan it looks." But you finished your set, that's what counts."Link came back stage after picking up her tips, "I think you nailed itStephie." How do you figure. “It goes down inside that there,” I told her, pointing to her lap. “This hole, where I pee?” she asked me and I nodded. “Oh my gosh, really?” Was she really that dumb?” I wondered. Didn’t her mama teach her anything? I don’t know but this was my chance, my opportunity to have the most fun of my life. “Yeah take off all your clothes. Let me show you what and how, okay?” I said. She obeyed me as if she was under my command and started taking off all her clothing. It was cold as ever although we. . because I feel like you of all people know what I'm going for here," Jessie began once more, this time speaking in less animated tones, softer in speech, questioning, not quite pleading with our instructor. "No one ever need know," she then offered as reassurance, hopefully. "But like I said, you Cindy, of all people know what I'm capable of doing here, what I can do ... but only with your help."Cindy thought about it for a moment, suddenly checking her watch. "Ok, I can give you an hour, but. Her legs were splayed open and his hands placed her feet over his shoulders. She knew. Lifting her skirt, his head descended to the target of his desire. Her pussy was bared for him, open for the taking, for him to taste and feast upon. Dew drops were running down her thighs, even migrating toward her sphincter. The freshness of her evening dew was heady, intoxicating, and addictive. Manually splitting her lips, he quickly dipped closer and sampled the miasma that was her honey pot. Nothing.