He ran his hands through her hair and sunk his tongue deeper into her mouth. His hands moved along her side as he held her steadily in his grasp. Bo...edom was lifting from her.She caught herself enough to respond to his kiss and pulled him close to her. She could feel his member growing beneath his jeans. She moved her hands around to the front and gently stroked up and down on it and it grew firmer.She unfastened his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. His penis sprung to life. " Why not?" I asked sweetly, shocking him just as much. "They're almost adults now - this is an adult game. Better they learn it at home than with strangers, don't you think?"The combination of sexual frustration and two hot teenage bodies in front of him must have been clouding his brain something fierce, because he didn't even question my incredibly dodgy logic. He just threw up his hands in amused frustration."Fine!" he said, "They're your daughters!"We all laughed at that - it's a line that. "Has Kurt left already?" the old man asked."Yes," Eva replied, walking to the liquor cabinet and opening it. "I saw him off a few moments ago. Would you like a brandy?" That would be nice," Mozart agreed. "We can sit by the fire." That man in Prague," Eva said slowly, pouring two glasses while Mozart rose from his desk. "Did you know he was Russian cipher clerk? From the embassy?" Yes," Mozart answered. "Of course. Why?" I'm just curious." Eva looked over her shoulder. "What was it that he did. The waistband tightens and constricts the flesh at the back of the upper thighs, accenting the protrusion of the butt. If you imagine the legs as the stem, then the ass cheeks, viewed straight on, resemble nothing so much as the button of a huge, plump champignon mushroom.At the yearly get-togethers, our little community trades mushroom photos. Oh, we carefully preserve the anonymity of the women involved. The faces don't show, and it's considered bad form to name names. Mushrooms don't have.