The beat is identical. Every three rounds, the spin move, but this time, a double criss-cross every other time. Others caught on. Shelby wasn’t the ...only person who could lead a dance.My group was loving it again. We were all cheering, singing and getting sweaty. And since absolutely everyone was on the dance floor, the DJ went with “Love Shack” from the B-52s.I’d hardly noticed, but the dance had whittled down by at least half, with the numbers dominated by our freshman class. We were still at. .. besides the band, besides the Keene Dredge, besides the AT-11’s, besides the 1932 three window engine swap, besides, the 1948 Ford Pickup, I was still taking Instrument flying lessons.Am I forgetting something?The house ... the house ... the new house! I knew I was forgetting something.I beg your pardon. I didn’t forget ... I didn’t do it!“Why do I have to go to Denver Monday?” oops ... gotta quit doing that.“You’re making a run to Denver?” asked George, the bass player.“Why are you going to. He kissed her, biting at her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to the floor with his superior strength. Breaking the kiss, he turned her over on her stomach. He licked his fingers and probed her anal star. He felt her flinch. “My love, let me have you here.” Her wide blue eyes peered at him over her shoulder. “With that twelve inch anti-matter canon? Are you out of mind?” He chuckled at her strange way of speaking. “It won’t hurt, baby. I promise.” “Yeah, right.” She. The lightest of kisses brought your lips together, then, parting your lips slightly, you took her top lip between yours, and nuzzled gently. She responded, mouth opening slightly, and you felt the warm, wet tip of her tongue brush against your lips. Your pussy flooded, and your knees almost gave way. She was interested! You had imagined this moment for so long, it was hard to believe it was happening. Opening your lips a little more, you allowed her eager tongue to penetrate your mouth, sucking.