“Can we go finish our dance? Are you really sorry, Rachel?”
“Yes!” she said quickly “I’m sorry”
“You’re reaaaaallly sorry, and not just saying that?” I asked again. Porn I moved in behind her, but could not resist feeling her ass. Slap! Her upturned, pouting breasts; her perfect legs; the delicate lines of her bare shoulders, the gentle flair of her hips, and the pronounced swell of her shapely bottom. Where? Are you really sorry, Rachel?”
“Yes!” she said quickly “I’m sorry”
“You’re reaaaaallly sorry, and not just saying that?” I asked again. Rachel didn’t get it. She was wearing a simple, practical outfit of jeans and a sweater. I trusted Rachel, so I tried to blow it off. We talked for a few songs, telling stories, and Kim flirting with me seemingly non-stop. “Tasha, Can you please take care of them for me?” I asked
