" Shall we?" Are you sure?" You'd better lead." You don't mind?" Them that can, do, them that can't, improvise."She hadn't forgotten much and made my ...ollowing her look good. So good the piano man played the tune through a second time."That was fun. Thank you." You weren't rusty at all. You made me look like I knew what I was doing." Well, you only stood on my toes twice, so I was able to concentrate. I'm famished." Want to try their toasted sandwiches and coffee?" That would be nice."I caught. He tells me that my turn will also come but right now I am his and he is in control.I say yes sir and submit to his actions. He takes my belt off and then unbuttons my jeans and take them off in 1 swift move, I am only in my undis, now he walks away from me, I feel half satisfied but he in turns gives me a striptease, he slowly undresses himself, starts with his shoes, then removes his big turban, leaving the small 1 on him, then he takes off his t-shirt, he is doing all this in a nice erotic. We hired repairmen and contractors to do whatever work was beyond our capabilities.We immediately noticed strange things happening around the house. Mom dismissed the groans as the rafters groaning under the weight of the roof, but they sounded human to me. She had a harder time explaining away the sound of a woman crying out during an intense orgasm. She even came up with a reason for the sound of whips cracking. "It's probably twigs breaking in the trees," she said.The strange occurrences. I was 15 years old on one particular bright, sunny afternoon, and Mike and I were out by the lake swimming and playing Frisbee. Carol was sitting out in a reclining lawn chair sunning herself. She was laying face-down with her bikini strap undone and her little bottoms riding up her beautiful, round ass. Carol and Stephanie had what we called, “grapefruit booty,” which I’m pretty sure you can figure out the meaning of, even if you’ve never heard the expression. I kept glancing over at her.