It’s easy to dance. You just have to get high on alcohol or weed. If you are lucky to get it there or manage from anywhere, dancing there is common.... You can dance in any way as people don’t mind no one cares how you dance. If you are non-dancer like me then no need to worry, the beats and the drinks will help you automatically to move your body.Why people do not bother about others is because most of the people are high on drugs, alcohol or magic grass. They simply move to the music and enjoy. She had the perfect shoes: shiny white strappy stilettos with tall heels and discreet platforms-shoes that would make her look taller than 5′ 2′, show off her perfectly pedicured, white-polished toes, and make her average legs look longer and more shapely. She had the perfect maid of honor and bridesmaids and all their dresses were perfect too. The groom, best man, and groomsmen had perfect tuxedos reserved. Hundreds of other details were all perfect-or as near as they could be. Karmella would. It WAS lunch break after all.Adrienne giggled at the sound and looked down at my stomach. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm keeping you from your lunch." It's okay, it's okay," I smiled and then looked at Adrienne intently while she wiped the tears from her eyes. "So we're good now?"Adrienne bit her lip, but the smiled and nodded. "As long as I can still be with you..."I arched an eyebrow." ... just as a friend," she blushed and looked down, clasping her hands together.I blinked a couple of times. She said. Woods?"Shamefully, Craig was right. I'm a powerful attorney for a prestigious firm, but when face to crotch with a throbbing boner, I turn into a submissive little cock craving slut.Stephanie climbed onto the tasting table and hiked up her skirt, revealing a panty-less pussy glistening with moisture. As I continued to suck off her boyfriend, she began to frig herself with a frenzy."Yea, suck that big cock, you dirty old man," Stephanie exclaimed as she fucked her pussy with her dripping wet.