It was the last week in October, in Edmonton. They arrived on a Tuesday, and would compete Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday."HEY!" They heard from behi...d them as the walked into the hotel lobby. It was Liz Cushman."Hey, Liz, what's up?" Warren asked."Not much. You guys ready for the season?" No!" Sophia laughed. "We're still using last year's free dance, because the new one isn't ready yet!" Oh," Liz said. "Is there a problem with it?" Not difficult enough," Warren told her. "We're getting. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he lightly massaged them and said, "Jeanie, please don't think we are too forward with the way we talk with you. You are one beautiful lady. Don and I talk about you and your hot body a lot. He and I have been buddies since high school. We have shared a few choice women between us over the last few years, some of them married. They all seem to love all the attention. All just fun. No one gets serious and no one gets hurt."I was shivering and my bikini bottoms. Usne ek torn jeans aur crop top (chota wala t-shirt) pehen rakha tha, jisme uske kamar aur navi saf saf dikhai de rahi thi. Main toh jaise uski kamar me apna hath ferna chahata tha aur uski perfect size boobs ko apne hatho se masalna chata tha par control kiya aur duwa karne laga ki kash kuch ho jaye. Ab deepa ke jane ke bad buri thodi khul kar bate karne lagi aur hasne bhi lagi (sayad deepa se darti hogi). Toh hamare bich kuch is tarah ki bate huyi. Rubi: toh sir app kiss tarah ki dance sikhna. Just…touch me. Please.”He tipped his head up to answer her. “Just one more question.” He lowered his mouth to her breasts at the same time as he slid his hand between her legs. He barely touched her at all instead drawing circles with a finger over her lace panties. Teasing.God, she wanted to kill him. Well, first fuck him then kill him. “Yes. Anything,” she answered. “Just…please.” She bucked her hips against his, begging for contact.A sinful smile broke across his face. “That’s my girl.”Wait,.