'How silly' He thought staring at the unfamiliar ceiling.He sat up and turned his legs to get out of bed and realized immediately that something was w...ong. His feet didn't touch the floor. He looked at the figure laying next to him that he'd assumed was Cindy and realized that she was too short to be Cindy. A closer look revealed that it was Candy. That meant that he was... He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom thinking. ' This can't be. There's no way I'm a girl. This all has to be a. Continuing up his back and down hisspine till I thought that my hands were going to fall off, so I shiftedpositions and put my knees on either side of his head and started rubbingdownwards, he was really enjoying the attention I was giving him andneedless to say that while I was helping my son out with a pulled musclein his back I had an attack of a pulling muscle in my boxers, it was hardand trying to get out, the fly on the shorts were doing nothing to keepmy cock in side my shorts the head. So her last name isn't Spillane." No. Her name is Aileen Wells."He stood up and walked over to the bookcase. "Alex, have you ever heard of Tantra?"The change of subject startled me. "Tantric sex? Sure, some. It's when a couple stay inside each other for hours. No thrusting. The man never comes. The rock singer Sting is into it."Brian seemed impressed. "That's right. You might want to try it. I think it would really strengthen your bonds with your girls." He handed me a book. "Here, you can have. Ending my day, I rode the elevator to the 3rd floor and walked toward my room. A young woman, wrapped in a bath towel, had just stepped out of her room (across from mine), with ice bucket in hand. I wasn't totally shocked, but looked at her with admiration. The towel covered quite a bit, but could not hide her great legs. I smiled at her, and she returned it. As she padded toward the ice machine, I could smell a distinct odor of booze.I unlocked the door to my room and thought nothing of it..