Stupidly, I fell for it and now, ten weeks later I was putty in her cruel hands.‘Please, Alice,’ I managed to say as she played with my hair, each...stroke sending electric tremors through my quivering body, ‘please?’‘What are you trying to say, darling?’ Alice asked with a sly smile, looking down at me as I desperately stared at her pantyhose covered lower belly, ‘what do you want?’Of course, she knew very well but she enjoyed teasing me, taunting me with my inability to come! I hadn’t realised. After a while when we had all enjoyed some naughty fun we got up you girls still with your hard nipples showing from your sexy outfits and you especially with your puffy wet pussy lips protruding from your peep hole panties and us men all topless now we went back to the bar your pussy I knew was soaking wet and my fingers were sliding between the crack of your ass as we walked through the busy dance floor to the bar. It was a lot busier now and several couples were on the dance floor sexily. He decided to make an attempt that would be "over the top", either a spectacular failure or a raging success. Something that would be memorable for the rest of their lives, together or apart. He felt ambivalent about which result was achieved. He often wondered whether staying with Sonni was worth the grief it involved. He loved her, but she was 49 % sweetheart and 49% bitch with the other 2% a matter of perspective. Too much time with her would push it to the bitch side and too little time. Once when I was seven my mom had to go out of town to stay with my aunt. She arranged for Samantha to sort of move in with my dad and me. I mean it was no big deal since she just lived next door. But Mom wanted somebody there in the morning with me after my dad had to leave for work. It was just easier for Sam to sleep in the spare room instead of getting up so early and coming from her house.Sam says now that Dad never touched her but I don't know if I believe her. I used to hear them talking.