So, the rest of the story is history, we have won every competition we have entered. We have our Final Amateur competition in just two days, in Pittsb...rgh.”“Really, your final one? What happens after that?” Carrie asked.“We’re going to take a month or so off, to take a little break. Then starting on Labor Day, we all go on Tour with Michael Bublé; all over the United States.”“All of you — so you are quitting school, to all become professional dancers? That’s got to be both exciting and a little. She turned. “Good morning, Mr. Chan”A short balding Chinese man stood behind the cashier’s counter. His wire glasses were slightly askew, and he was rubbing his chest. His scowling wife stood beside him. “Morning Missee Jane,” he painfully managed. Jane smiled. She moved around the store adding to her basket, more fruit, veggies, eggs, and noodles. Her last item was a jar of special Scheswan sauce. Mr. Chan knew it was her favourite. It was placed on the lowest shelf of the main aisle, in full. My panty clad behind swayed in the air as I laughed and wriggled on the floor, trying to squirm out of the tangle of my skirt which held I pinned. With my knees wrapped tightly together, I had a poor stance for maintaining my balance. My playful thrashing about threw me off, and a gentle nudge by one of the dogs behind me was all it took to send me sprawling awkwardly to the floor of the kennel. With a playful bark and growl, the dog who had initiated my disrobing lunged for the mini skirt.. "You really do have some pair of knockers, Debbie," he panted. "I just love to squeeze them in my hands!"Charisse was growing more embarrassed by the second, for Debbie as well as herself. She knew the boys in the front seat were aware of what was happening to Debbie in the back seat and that she was watching, too fascinated to turn away. Jerry and George both smiled knowingly at each other; they knew that Charisse was getting plenty warmed up by watching the back seat sexual play.Charisse was.