Again, how did she get here, and who did it? Does she have a girlfriend who helped? And if so, who and where is she? Or, is her husband involved?Then,...your animal instincts begin to take over. You look down at her naked body -- with her full, round breasts openly inviting you. Her nipples are standing erect, showing that she is highly stimulated. Then he looks down at her neither region. He sees two invitations to fun and games staring at him. Both are showing signs of arousal. Where to start?. Kenny or whoever he really was, had not been joking with me. When Charlotte came home from her job that evening she was as angry as a teased wasp and shouted, "You damn cheating bastard, how in the hell could you do that to me?"I pretended to be stupid and asked, "Did what to you?"This was obviously not the best tactic because she shouted, "You stupid bastard, you cheated on me at your damn seminar and be sure there will be consequences. From now on, you are sleeping in the spare bedroom and. I opened my bedroom door and headed for the bathroom. I walked in, clicked the light on, shut the door, and stood at the toilet ready with my member hanging out of my shorts. A small little pump and a steady stream of urine came out and into the toilet bowl. The stream kept going and I noticed a very fresh fruity smell in the bathroom. I reached over with my left hand and pulled back the shower curtain and saw a huge bottle of shampoo on the shelf. Fruity Than Before it said on the bottle. I. ” She broke her embrace and slid up next to me on the piano bench. “I can’t believe you can play the piano like that!” My heart was racing so badly I think even she could hear it. In my shy, low voice, I asked her, “How did you know I was in here?” She turned her head gently and looked deep into my eyes. “Mrs. Olson told me you played in here every day. I didn’t believe her so I followed her from lunch today, and when she unlocked the door to let you in, I slipped in behind you. I waited a.