These days, there’s this whole new fad where middle-class white moms book dance parties with their pretty friends and hire instructors (like my frie...d, Kacey’s, sister) to come teach them how to “pole dance” while they drink wine and giggle. It’s become a thing and some girls, like Kacey, actually get into it and go to pole dancing competitions and everything. “It’s an awesome workout and it has nothing to do with stripping,” Kacey said one day while we were eating lunch together. Yeah. I. It wasn't all coming together.A nurse walked into my room after I'd had lunch. She looked up at the blank screen of the TV and smiled."I've heard you don't want that thing on."I instantly liked her. "That's right. There's nothing worth watching." Well there should be some entertainment later this afternoon," she said and then fed me my pills.She left before I could ask what entertainment she was talking about.I thought I was doing pretty well, although it was rather depressing. I had started to. She parried every thrust and answered every feint, her own desire well under control. For the first time since deciding to return home, she knew she was going to be able to control her body. He did not seem to be having the same luck. He was panting heavily, his face flushed as he pressed toward her, using his height and strength as an advantage. He finally pinned her against a wall and thrust forward with his hips, allowing her to feel the length of his hard manhood against her stomach. They. I was in too deep now. This was the action that meant no going back. I showed him that I wanted to.I struggled to pop the button, eventually he reached down to help me. His hands going back to my sides as soon as his pants opened, tickling my skin up to my bra, grabbing each of my breast and squeezing them gently before going around my back and releasing the clasp. He pulled the straps so they fell off my shoulders and I felt it slide down my arms. Stopping at my hands that were playing.