I began to feel her as well, running my hands along the curvature of her waist to her hips. She let out a small sigh. Realizing that she was in her li...gerie and I was fully dressed, she pulled my shirt up and over my head and tossed it on the floor. She looked at my chiseled chest and fondled my body, I loved the way her smooth hands felt against my skin. She slid down my lap a bit and gave me a trail of kisses from my neck, down my chest all the way to my crotch. She looked up at me and smiled. I bet if they did a demo disk, we could get them some press and recognition. Do any of them want to go into the music business?”Dave speculated, “You’d have to ask them. Most of them have good jobs. I think this started as a hobby; except I agree with you that their skill levels transcend what an amateur group would sound like. The topic of a demo disk was raised with them.”Beth continued, “You have that recording studio. I know how to work mixers and stuff like that. Would you let me work with. Pretty much the entire class, and all incredulous. Chloe literally backs up in apprehension whenever any boy gets into her comfort zone, which is large enough to qualify for its own zip code - it needs to be, because her breasts occupy most of that space (sorry about that; I felt it was an obligatory macho joke) - so her passionately launching herself at a something containing a Y-chromosome was unprecedented."Sorry," finished Chloe.#1: #2: #4: #1: #2: Chloe asked, "You were testing me, weren't. Someone in the kitchen went out to the party and brought back Dr. Thompson, he could see I had been hit but didn’t say anything. Finally, he did say that I might have a concussion. Ron was mad that we had to leave but he took me home and put me in a bedroom upstairs. He didn’t even say goodnight when he pulled the door closed and headed downstairs. My wedding dress was ruined; there was a lot of blood. I hung it in that closet and for all I know, it may still be hanging there. That should have.