I told you I had something slightly different in mind for her." Yeah? Well I think you're bein' more kid glovey than you need to be, Ernesto. Gimme an...other crack at her and she'll get on her back for burros!" Dawson chuckled evilly at his intended witticism, but the laugh petered out when Garcia reacted with an icy, penetrating stare.Leaning forward, the refined Colombian spoke in level, measured cadence. "Listen, amigo," he said, stressing each syllable of the Spanish word for 'friend, ' "if. " Can I ask you something?"She nodded."Why are you mad at the dance?"Kelly looked surprised, then embarrassed. "I'm not mad at the dance. Well, not really. It's just that everybody else is going, and they all want to get ready, so we're cutting practice short. And it's our last one."I nodded. I knew that all the girls were going to the dance except Kelly, but that was Kelly's choice. Traci said at least half-a-dozen guys asked her. And I knew that we were only practicing until four-thirty. I moved my hands down to cup her ass cheeks beneath her cotton pajama bottoms and did my best to pull her pussy into my rapidly hardening cock! For a couple of minutes we made out there in the kitchen. Furious kisses and tongues waggling lewdly as I salaciously thrust my stiff cock into her barely covered vagina until we heard the toaster pop up and the spell was broken.Kristin smiled at me, a little out of breath, and put her finger to her lips as if to say "Shhhh..." and then went about. "Just one thing. Could you maybe just call me Acacia?" Miss," he smiled. "I find it difficult. I was always taught that a lady should be properly addressed." Mr. McCluskey," she said with a big sigh. "Did your parents teach you to be a Marine, too?" More than they ever could have dreamed," he smiled as he rolled upright and sat up in the bed. "All right, Acacia. I'll call you by your given name if that's what you wish. I will slip up. Please correct me when I do. Now, roll over on your belly so.