”“You want to give me the incredible Kate as a make-up present? I guess I can’t really turn that down,” he laughed.“The Lion in Winter just ...opened. I know it’s not usual for girls to ask boys out here, but if you are free tomorrow evening, I thought we might have a date that’s my treat. You can still provide the transportation, though. I rather like sitting on your bike.” Something about the way she said that sent shivers up Wayne’s spine.“That really sounds wonderful.”Saturday, 2 November. That did not bode well for little Natasha because not a single Andropovich had ever been on the wooden stage in a Tutu and slippers.The interrogation was clear and concise.The other two members of the "panel" were both females. There was Irina Z. whose dancing days were long gone but whose choreography skills had not diminished in the least. Finally, the panel was rounded out by the presence of Katrina Alexsayovitch, the reputed mistress of Ivan "The Terrible" and lead dancer of the. There were only six other people, and they say up front. The man leaned over and asked if I'd like someone to talk to since it was going to be a long trip. I said sure. As he came over and sat beside me, the bus pulled out of the station. He said his name was Bill, I told him mine. He said you look a bit young to be on my own. I told him I was in highschool and I was just fine traveling on my own. Calm down, I was just asking, he said. As the bus pulled up on the freeway the driver turned off. His dark hands stood out in stark contrast to her white skin. Bill was gentle, slowly massaging my wife’s perfectly heart-shaped ass, his hard cock waving silently between them. He looked to me, checking, saw my smile, and slowly slid his hand down between my wife’s legs. She moaned, obviously wanting more. Just then, I smelled dinner starting to burn in the kitchen. I quietly motioned to Bill to continue, and walked softly to the kitchen. I took my time, silently stirring dinner so it would.