Unsere Nachbarschaft war gut bürgerlich geprägt, typische Mittelschicht eben, ja die gab es damals hier tatsächlich noch. Robert und Kathi, ein hü...sches Paar Mitte Dreißig, gehörten zu meinen neuesten Kunden. Sie hatten eine einjährige Tochter mit Namen Jasmin. Jasmin war ein süßes Baby, ausgesprochen ruhig und pflegeleicht. Deshalb war ich auch so verwundert, als Kathi an jenem Abend wenige Stunden, nachdem sie mit Robert aufgebrochen war, schon wieder zurückkam - und zwar allein. Sie erzählte. You look down to see his hand hidden under your skirt and you smile and look back up at the band. You are really feeling this jazz music and the rubbing of your date’s hand on your thigh. After a couple of numbers, his hand has moved further up and is now rubbing on your silky panties. You had debated about wearing any, but figured since it was a first date, you should. He pulls your head toward him and begins to kiss you and you really enjoy his lips while feeling your clit being caressed. About 11ish i heard them come back laughing and swearing i could hear men's voices downstairs .soon my bedroom door opened in looked Karen closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.i should her he talking to a guy saying i was asleep and that my mum was totally out of it and the fun was about to begin and he should pop next door and get the Polaroid.i gave it 20 min and crept down stairs. i peered into the front room there was my mum and Karen on the settee with four men sitting around them. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Really. I just don't know what to say." She immediately repented."No! At least I don't think so. I just can't seem to cope with the idea of going to bed with you. And it's not because I'm frightened. I am, but more it's like I want run away from the whole scene. I mean last light was amazing, I've never done any thing like that, but when I began to think about doing it again I'm just not prepared to deal with it." Huh?" It was the strangest thing she had ever.