I was thinking about what had happened earlier that day. I had walked to my boyfriend's house to wish him a happy birthday. I had a 'special' surprise...present for him, if you get what I mean. But when I got there, some blonde chick had beat me to it. They were hard at it when I went through the door to his bedroom. I had creamed as many curses at him as I could think of at him, and marched out the house, tears running down my cheeks. He ran after me, trying to explain. "It's not what it looks. At the beginning we didn't have any contact, until one day we just started talking. I don't remember event what about. We started saying hello every lesson, and one day went out for a coffee after a morning class. It was nice, very nice, and I guess we just clicked. But you know this, I told you at the time I met her, and that she was nice, and I started to meet her every once in a while, before or after class, or just in the evening."She sucked in some air. "I guess about then I started, I. .. ohhhh ... OOOhhhhhh..."Taylor had a brief flashback to the first feeling of Jack's mouth on her pussy, which was the most electrifying thing she had ever felt. A small part of her wanted to tell her mother about it, but she knew that as hip as her mom was being, that might be too much information for that moment, or for the next few year's worth of moments. But the vibrator was bringing a completely different kind of pleasure to Taylor's body. It felt like a whole different thing from having. “MOTHER, PUT ME DOWN!” was clearly heard.When I got downstairs, I saw the girls in some new dance clothes, with both of them practicing and stretching. Annie and Sarah were sitting on the sofa. Sarah was on the phone as I walked over to her.“ ... So thank you boys. Coming to install the dance floor again is very nice of you. We’ll see you in the morning – around eight am? Wonderful.”“Charles, you and your two dancers will have the dance floor by probably nine am or so tomorrow morning.”“Thank.