“Although the image of the two bushes growing together is rather romantic,” Megan added.“Now, there are also some more modern, up-tempo tracks,�...� Bob continued. “Are they for a younger audience?”“Not really,” Phil said. “We have a set that is designed for jive and swing dancing; we normally fit that into the middle of the evening.”“Okay, let’s hear one, I think this is you singing, Megan,” he said, and cued up ‘Da do run run’.Again, Megan and I sang along softly with the record; rocking in our. They are all fascinated by my red hair, and love my little red haired pussy; I like to have them bury their face in it, while I bury my face in their cunts. This is something you don’t understand, or perhaps you do. But the smell of women is more exciting; I must have a man’s nose. But no man is ever going to stick his dirty thing in me again, not when there are nice soft lips out there that want to lick and suck on me.”“Look Darla, we can work something out, a divorce, alimony, I don’t care. “You know, boys, it wasn’t until I got to County Cavan that I learned that Jesus was Irish.”Froggy said, “Irish! I thought he was Jewish.”Now our friend is a sweet as buttermilk, but he often doesn’t grasp the finer points of scholarship. I corrected the lad gently, “No, Froggy, Jesus was Episcopalian. Learned that in Sunday School.”Up and down, up and down.Trish, all innocence on the surface, “Didn’t you win a Spiritual Knowledge Medal, Bertie?”Now I love her, have done so since I discovered. I joined him on the dance floor for a hot beat number. He was a good dancer. The song ended. We stayed on the dance floor and talked a little. The next song was a slow one."Dance?" "Yes." As we began moving together with the music, he cupped my ass with his hands and pulled me closer. I could feel his stiff cock through his pants. This was like in high school when I danced with guys and I could feel their stiff ones, but I knew they weren't getting any. I liked it. Then he removed his left hand.