We were supposed to practice first on our own and if we couldn’t get it all the way up our butt or down our throat we were out. No deep throat for sure. She’s a Jersey girl.” Speaking of which, the Jersey girl had come in through the side door, dressed in a little halter top and a tiny jeans skirt. Maybe she should give them a little show. But they got down to the other end of the lake and the wind died so who knew when they were getting back. “Honey, I’m a student of human nature. “Ooh, this is really good. When she got out into the dance floor she was out of control, using her cheerleader moves, then things that she had seen a pole dancer do in a movie. Just don’t fuck her. Hang on.” She went back into her room. You know? A black man, but obviously middle, even upper class. “Adult Store?” Ann was trying to peer through a crack in the curtains.
