I dare not move butmy dick was making a tale-tell tent out of my bed sheets.I wanted to grab a hold of it and massage a big load outof my aching nuts ...ut I didn’t dare move.I lay there frozen trying to figure out through the beerfog, which of the girls we met at the party was in thebed with him. Was it one of the two freshman blondes weintroduce ourselves to after watching them slow dancetogether, bumping and grinding their tight bodies againsteach other.We found out they were twin. Shecouldn't even properly slow dance in her Terence years. Aerobics wouldbe completely out of the question.Leslie saw the look, and said, "don't worry Jamie Lynne, Riccardo knowsthat you have been injured, and he knows hat you have never participatedin any type of aerobics class. He'll go slowly, but I'm sure that you'llpick this up right away! Won't she Riccardo?"He answered yes with a big grin, and an even bigger lisp. This guy is areal screamer thought Jamie. Before she could think anything. Just the three of them. Lord, how happy they were going to be. She could almost cry just thinking of having her own little Igat with her for ever and ever... really, it was all for her... her sweet little baby. There was no sacrifice too great for her to make... Well, she'd burned her bridges now by simply disappearing this way, leaving her place at the Salle de Venus- Apollon, without any word to Rafael Girarde... placing her all into the hands of this handsome American.Still, she didn't. She reminded me of Bridget Bardot, old but still had an underlying attractiveness. "My legs are killing me" she said as we sat with our cups of tea on the sofa. "What's up with them" I said taking her empty cup out to the kitchen. "Varicose veins, kill me when I walk for too long, I have a cream from the Doctors in my bag, but if can't reach the backs of my legs to rub it in" she said. I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the tiles, I knew this was an opportunity I could not miss, I.