I began to fantasize about her watching me showering, then joining in. In my fantasy she would kiss me and touch me and show me what to do. We would e...d up naked on the shower floor rubbing, kissing and licking each other. I started using the shower where I knew she had the best view of me. I would take longer and longer in the shower. I would face her as I soaped up and washed my hair. I stopped wrapping myself in a towel when I walked to my locker. Nothing. I don't know what I expected to. “That was a slice Chuck. You didn’t present yourself to the tee the same as you had been, and you didn’t use your hips with the swing, and you forgot to follow through. You were driving really well for a new guy until you quit using your good swing. Try it again, but think about each of the steps you were doing before.” Terry was very considerate the way he was instructing.I went through each of the steps I had been using but swung as hard as I could, keeping in mind to follow through with the. And soon we’d need more space with Lee and my mom pregnant.“How’s it going with Carmelita?” Pam asked, her head leaning on my shoulder as we watched our daughters sleep.Hikaru yawned, shifting slightly.“About as expected,” I answered. “She’s totally into it, but she is really hung up on being straight. Her parents did a number on her. She’s so terrified of her father finding out she’s really gay that she refuses to admit it.”“I heard her begging to be bred by you.” Melody gave me an impish. It was quite common in Paris at that time, if you were a wealthy lesbian or at least a beautiful lesbian, to marry a baron, an earl or a count but continue to have your lesbian sex life much to the pleasure of your husband who either had his own pleasures or enjoyed watching your antics. That afternoon there were about a dozen ladies of the higher society sitting in the main boudoir. Most were in their 30s and 40s with some as young as 25 or as old as 65. Most were attractive and all were stark.