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    Dance With Us 7

    Tasha (softly): Okay Boo. Do your thing…

    Angie (smiling): Cock doodle doo…

    Tina (nearly climbing out of her skin): What the fuck? (Covering her face as Tasha opened the blinds and sunlight spilled into the room) oh fuck (groaning and putting her head back down.) Honey take your rotten Aunts and let me sleep.

    Angie (climbing on the bed): No. Wake up, go play, go swimming. (Loudly) cock doodle doo…

    Bette (groaning): Who let the rooster and chickens out?

    Dylan and Tasha were laughing hysterically. This was better than they had hoped.

    Angie (louder): Cock doodle do. (Patting her mother’s arm) up go play, go swimming…

    Tina (going nose to nose with her daughter): Baby, momma and I are sick. We need to sleep a little longer and then I promise we’ll do whatever you want Okay. 

    Angie (pouting): Sick…

    Bette (grumbling): Sick Boo. Why don’t you do cock a doodle for Aunt Helena? She would love it. And then you can help me torture your Aunt Tasha and your Aunt Dylan (not realizing the slip.) So go wake up Aunt Helena.

    Angie (kissing both her mom’s; climbing off the bed and tearing through the house): Cock doodle doo…

    Tina (snuggling into Bette): And you two are dead as soon as I get up. Dead you got me…

    Tasha (laughing hysterically): Looking forward to it…

    Dylan (teasing): I thought you two said sleep. For someone’s who sleeping there sure is a lot of movement…

    Tina (grabbing a pillow and throwing it at them): Out before I kill you here and now.

    Bette (out of it): Don’t get the carpet dirty baby…

    Tasha (tossing the pillow back): Fine, no one wants to play with us. Come on let’s go see how Helena’s fairing…

    Dylan (trying to walk laughing as hard as she was): And Tina I’m shaking…

    Tina (grumbling): Dead…

    Bette (mumbling): Baby are you trying to tell me something. (Tina’s movements were not conducive to sleep and were waking up certain parts of her.)

    Tina (grinding): I can’t help it. That ass of yours and oh uh (grinding harder.)  

    Bette (groaning; she could feel Tina’s essence coating her ass): You’re naught, dirty…

    Comments

    1. Loved every single word. My girl Dylan is in. Auntie Dylan. Helena bette hang on to her. She is a keeper. Everyone seems so happy that is the way I like it thanks

    2. Pot and booze, my type of party. It’s nice to have everyone paired off. Now, are Catherine and Dusty really done, or are they going to regroup and get Helena??? How about some action. PPS

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