After the festivities, as we prepared for bed, I sat down with Leann."I want to ask you something, honey." Sure, Mom, what?" You're still a virgin, ri...ht?" Oh, yeah, don't remind me. I may be the only one in my crowd who still is. So far, no 'Mister Right.' Why?" Well, I was wondering if you would like Neal for your birthday?" Neal, I don't ... Oh, you mean, like, um, in bed, like?" Yes. I know he's good in bed and very caring and I remember you making a few comments about him, like how you. The one knelling removed their head-covering. It looked as though it was a man with long hair held back in a ponytail. But wait. As she looked more intently it was not a man but a young woman, possibly in her late twenties. She positioned herself and began to touch the pinkness in front of her eyes. Soon a finger had found its way between the folds and was slipping inside.One of the gang then approached the girl. For some reason she was not fearful. That was until they spoke.'You bitches will. Two gorgeous staircases rose on either side of her, both leading up to the second floor. Beyond that it was difficult to see. The mansion was lit by candlelight alone. Looking above, there was a chandelier about the size of her car covered with lit candles illuminating the entrance. Beautiful portraits that she could only assume were of the people who lived here or of their family decorated the walls that followed the steps upward. However, they seemed blurred to her from where she. She handed me a glass, "Nice cool orange juice," she said. Then she added, "Oh, you are all sweated up. They were heavy, weren't they? I was lucky to find such a strong young man to help me" And her slender fingers ran from my elbow up to my shoulder. "So muscular." Breathing became difficult.Her next suggestion had the sweat increasing all over my body, "Look I've got you in this state. Why don't you take a shower upstairs? I'll be taking one myself shortly."I was so uncertain but was on the.