Classes since they were 8

Trey laughed, looking at each other, then twisting around to set the tray down, cracking two cans and taking sips. "Well for the last 16 years we've been at our parents' house."mom's house by now maybe" Jess have Meg a stern look. "Mom wanted us to learn ballet"but dad thought we should learn what we wanted"so we've had 8 years of belly dance." Jess set the can of root beer, still mostly full, on top of her head and started to roll her hips to the music again. Meg have her a look this time, and slipped hers between her tits, shivering the cold before she, too, began to dance.

The girls played off one another, working each to best the other, perfectly matched in everything they did and not a drop spilled from either can. At least not until Jess went down in her knees, pulling the can off her head just in till to tip her head back as Meg bent over to pour a mouthful right between her opened lips at the end of Rhiannon.