She said, “The intensity that you feel right now, is the intensity that I want you to dance with always. It doesn’t matter who you are dancing wi...th, Dance is supposed to be intense.” She taught me how to anchor these incredible feelings as we were having sex, how to anchor it to a part of my body that could be easily trigger these intense feeling that I was feeling now, at another time. She kept touching my shoulder, ever so softly, so as to create a memory pattern in my subconscious, so that. As Harley backed out of the stall next to Lou, Quinn leaned against the door frame and just watched her work. Harley, hard at work, didn't notice he had entered. She was rushing to finish before the coming storm hit. Quinn took in the smell of hay, noticing the dirt on her hands and cheek where she had brushed her hair back. He became aroused just seeing her dirty. God she's beautiful, Quinn thought to himself. Walking up behind her he slid his hands around her thick hips, working his way to. " "What will you do?" "I'll give you what you want." "What is that?" "You'll see." and Missy felt his cock jerk against her thigh and she pressed herself against him. Missy touched it, caressed it and felt his body shiver like a boy caught out in the snow. This was intoxicating and she loved it. She pressed in harder, wrapping her leg around his and slowly starting to rub herself against him. His cock felt good rubbing against her swollen pussy."Now say it." Jeffrey looked at her and she leaned. {You rotten little bastard, just like that bastard father ... you and that little slut of a sister ... incestuous brats ... murderous swine... }I could feel her thoughts coming in disjointed bursts, she was just about ready to loose it, I stepped back and apologised for bumping into her, then she did loose it, she launched herself at me screaming "you filthy swine ... damned murderer ... filthy fornicator."I tried to fend her off but she managed to rake my face with her nails, I raised my arms.