I had Claire ready to start the Sammy Davis Jr. version of ‘You’re Nobody ‘til Somebody Loves You.”Ohh! I looked away for a moment than I look...ed at her eyes again and I told her, “Dancing isn’t just the steps, Sarah – It’s also the feeling you get from the music. Are you ready – do you feel it, my dear?”“Yes Charles. I am ready, I definitely feel it,” Sarah said with an emotion I had never heard from her before.I nodded at Claire who started the music.Just like with Claire, the room went empty. "No you're not," said Randy.Pressing my hand between her buttocks at a place I could feel the heat and sense the dampness, I guided Melinda into the plane. She kept her butt high and her steps wide. "God I'm horny," she moaned."Me too," said Randy."I will be soon," said Mindy. Anticipating the thrill she got from take-off, she removed her pants and panties.During my preparation for take-off and the actual event, I spoke everything I did so Mindy learned. She repeated everything I said and. There were tears yes, my tears for Carolyn but she licked them away and held me, her hands upon me “I'll go if you want,” she said in a soft whisper. “No. Stay,” I squeezed her hand and kissed her back. She paused, letting the moment linger like a puff from a cigarette. Then she pounced. She pressed tight to me, pushing me back to the wall. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, lips slick and breathing hard, her chest pressed tight to mine, hips tight too. Her fingers snaked around my neck, yanked. We start to walkin a circle, swivel hook turning, the little mans' head sliding smoothlyon his nylon Hula Hoop. The digital cameras click furiously. The little mangrows longer so the girls drop the Hula Hoop down an inch. We start to walkfaster. Mr. Jefferson's big and little heads get brighter. We start to run.His heads turn red. The Hula Hoop goes down another inch. I start to worry,still nothing dropping. I desperately cry, "OK girls, run as fast as youcan. We speed up faster and faster. His.