I held her low, bending over her, our eyes having never broken contact.“Brittany, you must come and dance a Cuban salsa with Jacob now. Did you noti...e? The secret was the connection. Let everything else in the room fade away but the music and your partner. Stay focused on him,” Sophie said. She must have realized she was still holding my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before pulling away. Hmm. Was that the kind of signal Rache was telling me to watch for? The signal in my slacks was pretty. It's all I can do not to bang her in class sometimes."Alex!" Mr. Fuentes, our dance coach and one of the school's closet fags, stops the music. "That won't work. We'll have to re-choreograph that." What was wrong?" Leigh huffs, she hates practicing. She doesn't have the patience for it. It's the only thing I do have patience for."Nothing. Except, of course they'll arrest me of corruption of a minor." He pull Leigh away from me and starts mutter to himself. "If we ... let's see ... one, two,. I kept feathering her clit with my tongue as I searched her insides for her g-spot, clawing and scratching the walls of her womb with my hungry fingers. Suddenly her body went rigid. Her thighs squeezed my head; her cunt strangled my fingers, her breasts flushed. I had done what I set out to do, make her cum. As she relaxed, I was able to disentangle myself from her. “Why don’t we all try to get some sleep. It’s been a long day,” I suggested, swinging Maura’s legs up onto the bed. Kay curled up. He positioned himself between my thighs over me and said, " Deepti??? How did you come here to this room? Oh God! I seem to have made a terrible mistake. I am so sorry -- I could not see in this darkness. I thought that you were my wife. But Deepti, it was my wife, who was supposed to be sleeping here in this room. How come you have come and slept here? " In whispers, I explained to him how my mother-in-law and myself, had interchanged our sleeping places. My Father-in-law listened to me..