" Sproing." Laughing. Would you make me do that if we got together? Make me show myself to you?" Yes." Good. In another, I'm called into a room where ...a man sits. Again, I don't want to be there, but I have to. Sometimes I actually think that I'm trying to get a part. Sometimes I'm being blackmailed. Sometimes I just fantasize that he has undefined power over me. He sits quietly and I do what I know I must. I strip. I spread my legs for him. I bend over and show him my ass. He never says a word. She had worn her dress with the flouncy hem, which swirled up so enticingly when she danced and pirouetted. She'd been so aware of the way the boys looked at her legs, hoping to catch a glimpse of her little panties. Jason, her current boyfriend, had held her tight later in the evening as they danced, and she'd pressed against him, feeling his young prick rubbing hard against her tummy. His hands had cupped her bum cheeks, and he had gradually pressed his fingers into her crack, and even lower. .. just waiting for someone to coax it back to life. Randy's hand trembled as he reached over and gripped it softly, running his thumb over the sensitive head. Taylor's breath came in short gasps as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. At that point, he didn't care that the hand belonged to his best friend.The hand took a slightly tighter grip and began moving up and down the shaft at an agonizingly slow, teasing pace. Taylor moaned in appreciation. Randy bit his bottom lip. His eyes. You still have memories and traditionsfrom them, you can carry that on." How? Having a kid? I'd be a terrible mother." Why the hell would you think that?" Horribly dangerous career for one thing. Also I couldn't even keepgoldfish, there is no way I'd be responsible enough for a kid. Besidesthere is the whole 'Faith' part of me. Who knows what that would do toa kid." Come on, you can't really think that. I've told you countless timesthat Faith doesn't control you. You just look like her.