Skillfully, Maura came to straddle the quivering brunette’s lap, her legs pressing along Jane’s. As her full weight came to rest in Jane’s lap, Maura reached up and ran her hands through her own hair. Jane pulled at Maura’s slate top, her eyes feasted upon the creamy skin and emerald bra. The thin sheen of perspiration caused Maura to glow in the down lighting. Jane grabbed onto Maura’s hips as the blonde began to dance again. “Let the Good Times Roll” - by whatisitcalledagain.