Dance Lessons Continued
I sat in my room that night, not sure if what happened earlier that afternoon was a figment of my imagination. I was able to go over the hustle dance steps in my head, so I know I took a dance lesson, but did I actually have an amazing sexual experience that rocked my world, or did I make it up. I was almost positive that it was real, but I had so many imaginary jerk off sessions to hot beautiful women, that now I wasn’t sure. If I had just take her panties, with that amazing smell of her excitement, I would have something concrete that would prove that I had actually experienced what my mind and body told me I did. I couldn’t call Joanne and ask her because that would have seemed …