He opened the program and read, smiling."A Private Recital by Stephanie Davis.1. Moonlight Sonata -- Beethoven2. Fur Elise -- Beethoven3. Your Song --...John/Taupin"He looked up when he heard her shoes clicking on the tile floor as she approached from the darkness to his right. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long dark hair was pile up on her head with a silver tiara encircling it. Two ringlets spilled down one next to each ear. Her lips were dark cherry red.His gaze followed her slow movement. I never liked the idea of having multiple partners. My Aunt’s husband did stray many times with many different women and it tore them apart. That is until my Aunt started doing the same thing. But they were never the same after that.”A few minutes after we got to her room Elena looked to me with uncertainty. I wondered if she was wanting a kiss. So I went in for a kiss. I had never felt something more electric in my life. I knew then and there that I wanted to be able to kiss this woman many. There were at least four distinct bruises; two at about the middle of each cheek then, two or three more on the lowest part of each cheek – right above my thigh. I knew, from past experience, walking in any kind of heels would be a little uncomfortable, just like sitting (for a day or, a little more). Back in bed I had some morning wood to work off for someone so, in the dim pre-dawn light, I rode him until this cowgirl couldn’t handle the pain in my cheeks anymore then, let him take over.. With every breath... more come..."Bill was in a pool of sweat, pulsing in the chair... lost in this newtruth.Kelly entered the room and handed Brenda's panties to Julie. They kissed.Then Kelly exited as quietly as she had entered."Panty fetish... Panty fetish... Your whole life... Brenda's sexypanties... Buried deep... Sniffing..." Julie kept repeating it as Bill wasdriven deeper and deeper into these new thoughts... this new truth."Bill?" Julie said."Yes," bill panted."I want you to open you.