Well, I don't know, it just did," she answered, smiling now, dimples in both cheeks showing. Her face was dimpled, her ass was dimpled, she was too, too much. "Were you on his bed or on the floor?" "The bed. Right across from the mirrored wardrobe doors." "So what started it off?" "Well, okay, oh yes, now I remember. I was on his bed and just sort of slowly waving my feet around the air." "Just like a told you to," I said, already excited that the details would now start spilling out of those pouty fuck-flap lips of hers.