Karly began to feel at ease and, smiling politely, she said to Layla, "Yes, I’m beyond nervous. I’m scared to death. I’m trying so hard not to s...ow it, but I’m being too obvious, aren't I? You think me tapping my foot is a sign of being nervous? I usually swear quite a bit when I get nervous. Not very nice language from a lady like myself. Even though I look like a girly girl, I tell you this is further from the truth."Karly answered Layla's second question briefly, "No, sweetie, I have worked. "I need to go to the bathroom but I know I can't trust you alone," she says standing above me, legs straddling my chest. She pulls down her panties and takes them off. She removes the ones she had in my mouth and puts the pair she was just wearing in my mouth. She looks at me like she's looking at a buffet of ice cream and can't decide what to get. She snaps her finger. "I got it," Stephanie said with a smirk.She began to piss on me and I couldn't believe it. I started to struggle but the knots. After a hearty dinner, it was time for bed, so Curtis and I both took a shower, changed into our pajamas and went down the ladder into the garage. There were two sleeping bags - one for each of us - and climbed into them. There was a long pull chain for the overhead light, so I said "Goodnight" and pulled it. We were now lying in darkness.Both of us wiggled around, turned over and tried to get comfortable when Curtis said: "You have a really nice body. I think your dancing is good for you." A. “Hi, Greg.” Damn. Even her voice was soft.“So,” I began, trying my best to regain control. “I hear you’re a musical expert.”She blushed. “Sort of.” I quizzed her over old music, new music, rock, rap - even the country questions she answered without trouble. There was no “sort of” about it. This k** knew her stuff. “How’d you get so good?”She just shrugged. “Dad’s a DJ and mom’s a dancer. My whole life has been one big soundtrack.”“Well add another track. You’ve got the job.”Dorine and Stephanie.