With a resigned sigh, she changed for bed and slid under the cool sheets of her bed, squeezing her eyes tightly together. Surrounded by pillows and a ...eavy blanket, Lyla struggled to find sleep again, but eventually succumbed to the darkness. A few short ours later, she was startled awake by a knock at her door. ‘Just a minute.’ She managed to call out, her voice husky from sleep. Fumbling for her robe, she tied it around her waist and moved to the door, peeking through the peep hole before. I moved her panties over and felt her soaked pubes and her wetness. She was literally soaked. She held my hand and then reached over and placed my finger inside of her smooth, wet pussy. It was so wonderful I near blew my load right there. I held myself off, but just barely as my finger was completely covered by her wetness. She brought my hand out and turned toward me. She took my finger and placed it into my mouth. It was heaven. Never had I ever tasted anything so sweet and delicious. She was getting ready while I bought all the things and then came the moment. I tied her body, hand legs wide apart on all 4 corners of the bed (with the ropes I had for trekking).And then laid her on her stomach on the bed while her ass was on the top. She was wearing shorts again. I began to grab her ass while I kissed her lips and pulled it hard. Without wasting much time, I began to undress her nicely and gave her spanking all over.I got off my pants and gave her my dick deep in her mouth.. "Dance she did. She looked good doing it, too. Why am I thinking about that? She's really, really cute. Why is that in my head? I'm not gay. This is getting weird. I offer to show her some of my stage clothes and we head to my bedroom. Why did I offer to show her? I...do not know."This is my main outfit, I call it my Madonna set up, and it looks the part, and we all try to match it up. Sometimes we'll go all preppy and wear polo shirts and shorts with neon ankle socks and colored shoes..