But most of the other kids were doing different things, so it was obvious that there wasn’t one kind of dance that I was supposed to know, and didn�...��t. Eventually I just let the beat take me, and gave up worrying about it. Val was grinning at me as she capered about, and that was all I cared about.Her fears about the dress falling off of her were baseless. She jumped and twisted and I watched her unfettered breasts bounce and sway under the smooth, satin material of her dress. I know she saw me. I heard the sound of a match being lit and blown out again a few moments later, followed by the smell of sandalwood. Jorge sat on the bed and adjusted himself so that he was above my head. Then he said, “you must learn to let go of control and limitation, and to accept all of the gifts that life offers you." He rubbed his hands a few times and then slowly started massaging a warm oil into my scalp using his fingers. His touch became gradually firmer as he started working his hands into the back. I'd eaten out plenty of girls before, and my experience was shining through. "Fuck . . . fuck . . ." Mom whimpered. I glanced up, seeing her eyebrows drawn together, watching her beautiful tits rise and fall with each acute gasp. "Fuck, eat mommy's pussy . . . yes, fuck, yes! Yes! Fuck! Eat mommy's pussy! Eat mommy's filthy fucking cunt!" I stroked myself faster, and my tongue moved feverishly against her pussy. Her talking was doing a number on me. "Yes! Eat mommy's. Put some air into it. Blow! BLOW! No you can NOT hold them! You keep your little girly hands to yourself. All I want on my toes is moving air. Com’on, blow! That’s better. See? You really CAN behave if you try. And you know I don’t like to have to punish you. I only do it for your own good. I’d much rather pet your hair and tell you what a good little boy you are. Oh, that reminds me. I stopped on my way home from the office and bought you a present today. Go fetch me my purse – the Coach bag,.