“You sure you’re into all the real stuff of the girl-on-girl thing not just the dirty parts?”“Yeah. This is way better than I had ever imagine....”“Okay,” I conceded and continued my tale.“So, envelopes stuffed we grabbed that bottle of wine and started treading on some of our shakier ground. I’m not sure who brought it up first, but we started hashing through all our events of the past with ‘Remember the time…’. The sexual energy was building between us. You could feel it in the air. But instead. His body moved with ease.I gasped with surprise when I saw the man’s face. Even as battered and bloody it was, I could still recognize the man. It was Wodon, the old shaman of the Horse People; the man I had befriended. He was a complete mess and definitely unconscious. Still he was alive. Silently I wondered what was going on.I didn’t hesitate once I’d confirmed that the old man was still alive. To my relief I quickly found out that Wodon had no real wounds that needed treatment. I found him. I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn’t resist.When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don’t know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things ... at least her using her mouth on me and me using my fingers on her. What was going to. " I see that someone is starting to lob my BS back at me. I think I like it. And, yes, I'd love to play with you sometime soon." Hmmmm, what kind of play."She slapped my shoulder."Danny, Mike, Terry, Mary, and I have managed to work a song into good enough shape that everyone says it sounds pretty good, and we've started practicing another." Mary, too?" Yeah, she's been playing some chords on that old chord organ in our basement. She's been trying to teach herself." That's great. I hope she can.