"Do you have some kind of hearing problem?" I sat down next to her. "I think I know what's going on here." "Oh, do you, Mr. Smartypants?" She stared a... the opposite wall. "You're using me, Tara." "What?" She suddenly looked up at me, surprise on her face. "You're using me to impress all the kids here, aren't you? The grown-up girl out on a real date with a grown man. And all your friends will just stew with envy, won't they?" "What? No!" She looked around desperately. "No, you can't..." "Can't. Andthen I could see again.I was lying on the bed and Catherine’s naked butt wason my face. Harold was standing next to the bedholding a few balloons.I heard a voice from above. “Ronnie,” it said, “I’mgoing to move on top of your mouth right now, so youwon’t be able to speak, but I’m going to lean forwardso that your nose isn’t covered and you can breathe.It may be tangled up a little in my ass hair, but youshouldn’t have any trouble. Harold. An old man plucked at the guitar strings, in a slow taffy of movement that stretched each note around his fingertips and then rose into the air. You could almost taste the notes hovering in the cool breeze. As he began to play, everyone would get quiet, so quiet that all you heard was his guitar and the distant locusts singing along. Many times he talked as he played, sometimes telling a story, sometimes reciting a strange poem. His voice was deep and rhythmic, but he spoke quietly, just above. She is obviously doing her own thing, so why shouldn’t I. She has betrayed me and I owe nothing to her anymore.”“Please, please let me make love to both of you?”Amber laughed before joining in the taunting teasing. She brushed up against her uncle making sure to rub her perky tits along his chest adding more fuel to the already raging fire. “But how can we compare to beautiful Aunt Debbie? She is a mature woman who obviously knows her way around the bedroom. I don’t think we can compete with.