When we turned on the lights in my studio, there on my piano bench was her violin and a portfolio full of her music. I didn't remember her leaving the...violin there and I don't remember the music at all. Had she planned this before we left to meet her parents?I did have a few surprises for her. After all, I'd been serious about music a lot longer than she had. In at least one aspect of our relationship I would be one step ahead of her. I led her to the back of the studio. On the back wall are my. She kept some kum kum between my eye brows and asked to pray. I did as she said. We sat there for some time and started talking. She was looking beautiful with the flowers in the hair and kum kum between her eyebrows. I said in her ears that she was looking sexy with those flowers and kumkum between her eyebrows. She said not to do anything mischief till we leave the temple premises. I said that I will try not to do.After some time we came to the slipper stand to wear our slippers. No one was. ”“He’s just quieter and more introspective,” I said. “I’ve started talking to him more and it’s helped. But usually I seek him out because he’s more comfortable that way.”“Will you talk to him before we go to bed?”“Slick,” I grinned. “I’ll talk to him and then decide IF we’re going to go to bed!”“You don’t want to?”“I never said that!” I protested. “I’m debating the wisdom of doing it.”“Neither of us are virgins...”“Obviously!” I interrupted, chuckling.“And we’ve done it together before. We. They moved well, if not together, at least in some type of complementary sync. They were both confident in their dancing, energetic and loose. While other dancers went for either frenzied or fancy, Sandy and Sonny opted for connected and clean. They danced to each other, communicating a pleasure at being out on the dance floor together.They didn't sit back down again until the band itself took a break. The temperature in the room had risen at least ten degrees from the cumulative body heat and.