.. try me?”“Carol, are you ready for your audition for Belle?”“What, Rann ... oh, I get it.” She giggled.“Song number 6, Maurice.” I thr...w him the score and he feverishly turned the page to number 6, and said, “You want 50, or 200 pieces behind her for this, Randall?”“Fifty will do,” I said turning to Carol. “You know this entire score already, right honey?”“Yes, you’re going to have me sing the Belle Reprise, correct?”“Smart and Beautiful, don’t you agree, Maurice?”“Yeah, Randall ... she’s got. Tim knows he has hardened just at the sight of her.He drops his bag, quickly closes the door, and has Abbie in his arms, kissing her while feeling her body rub seductively against his. Oh, he wants her so much, but still is so unsure. Abbie can sense this and just kisses him, steps back, and tells him, as doing so, “Let’s get you out of these clothes, so you are comfortable.”Tim smiles down on her as Abbie efficiently undresses him. His cock is hard already from their kisses. She takes his. No, it was more a matter of personality and attitude. Kay North wrote a newspaper column for the Telegraph, a weekly paper, called Kay’s Korner. Highly popular, the subject of each column was entirely up to her and in the five years she had been writing it, she’d left readers with reactions varying from amusement to outright shock. But even when the latter was the case, they were always there the following Friday when her next missive appeared.“Did you have a good time at the party?” Kay asked. I move so that I am lying between his legs, he raises them, crossing his feet around my back. I giggle as we part lips, he smiles up at me, with the look of devilment that meant only one thing.He reaches for the knot holding my shorts up, I pretend to protest, but I cannot lie – I was excited at the impending activities. He opens the knot and the zip, and reaches into my undies and pulls out my penis. As he gently teases it, I release his shorts, pulling them down slightly, along with the back.