"Your baggy shorts and shirts don't let the dance instructor see how your body is moving," Amy told him. "It's all about form. This is why ballerinas ...wear tights, they help the instructor see exactly how the muscles in your arms and legs are working." Alex was momentarily afraid she wanted him to wear a leotard and tights like all the other women in the class, and was thankful when Amy stopped there. Amy did give him a list of recipes for low fat, nutritious meals he could cook if he wanted to. Carrie was close to cumming. She pounded harder and harder and harder. She was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. A bitch. A bitch that wanted her son to fuck that slut stripper into a puddle. She wanted him to hurt her pussy. She wanted him to knock her slutty ass up and leave her high and dry. Crimson screamed and came, ruining the sheets. Chris kept fucking. "Fuck you you fucking whore...fuck you you fucking whore...cum on my son's cock..." Carrie was growling while she fucked. Hailey had been pissed because of the way Phil had spoken to her. Katelyn had been mad because she’d gotten two shifts in the hot truck and Phil had been pretty much pissed at the world in general. Thursday night everyone went to bed angry and it carried over to breakfast on Friday.After supper on Thursday, Phil had helped everyone get their belongings unpacked and gone to sit on the deck. His only major purchase since his last foray into the city had been a set of patio furniture to replace. .ya want more dontchya?"Well not wanting to disappoint I parked me arse on the toilet seat & put me lips round his slimey pissy bell-end.The flow ceased...damnit...but hang on,yup,here it comes...a HOT gush of pissy lager flooded me mouth! Shit,I had to chug it down as quick as I could so I didn't lose any." FUCK...IN' HELL mate,yer doin' it,yer soddin' well swallowing me piss.Ah ya dirty fuccker".Chugging away prevented me from responding but I recloned the fact that I was still locked on his.