We screamed along to the music and fucked in time to the beat, artful inour seductions. This was a performance. Dance practice indeed."Harder Min!" ou...r instructor yelled. "You call that fucking?"Watching my friends get fucked was difficult. Wasn't this what I hadsacrificed myself to save them from? But they took so naturally to it. Ihad thought myself a sexual dynamo, a roaring furnace powered by anever-burning erotic flame. This was my element. The last thing I hadexpected was to get a run for. No problem, I’ll hand it to you. She came to the shower naked and handed me the shampoo. The bottle was wet and slipped out of your grasp bouncing on the tile floor of the shower. She leaned into the stream of soapy flow falling off my body picking up the bottle as she was starting to come up and she moved closer to me.We’re friends so I thought no big deal and she stood there, staring at my nakedness, not looking into my eyes, not saying a word then everything seems to take on a inconceivably. .. my hands on your hips, my grip tight on you, my fingers biting into your skin, my pace gaining spend to a rhythm that slapped against your ass that drove the sensation of your ass to a new height of pleasure ... my balls slapping against you ... Pulling you to the side so you could see my cock pound in and out of you ... your head and breast laid on top of the dresser watching your body receive what it badly needed. You didn't try to lift your head to look at me, moaning in a sound you never. If her mom is a domineering bitch ... she will be too. Beauty is skin deep ... ugly goes much deeper.Mom and dad, secure not that I was mostly hooked, invited me to a party Friday night. Ignoring Wendy's protests, I agreed."It's dress," her dad said."How dress?" I asked."Neither white nor black tie," Mrs. Austin said, "But the next step down ... at the Yacht Club."Shit. "I have no appropriate clothes," I said."I'l handle it, mother," my redheaded hellion said, and she frowned at me."So be it,".