We sort of have an unwritten rule that there's no serious sexual activities done up here on the main floor, except in the bedrooms."I looked at Sandy ...nd grinned. Sandy grinned back and then turned back and looked at the Cunningham's. "What are we waiting for?" She put her arm though John's and said "Let's go!"I offered Tracy my arm and she smiled and slid her hand into mine. As we went by the kid's bedroom, Tracy called out "We're going to the 'Play Room'." then headd for the stairs leading to. Her eyes remain on mine as her fingers begin to play with the flesh, and they become erect. She arches her back toward me, throwing her head back, displaying her creamy neck. As she does so, I am losing my patience for the slow strip show. I lower to my knees and place my thumbs in the waist of her panties. I can smell Cynthia’s special and enticing aroma, mixed with the scent of amber. I can see that the crotch of her panties is soaked through. She is enjoying being an exhibitionist for my. I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I stormed right up to her and said,"Hey, Suzie, how are you?" Hi, Brad, what are you doing?" she replied. "This is my house. I was coming home from school. And my name isn't Brad. It's Steve. Why are you here?" Well, Greg, I seem to have locked myself out of MY house. Do you think you can give me a hand?" Suzie, your house is two miles from here, in the opposite direction from school. You can't bullshit me with that lame excuse. How dumb do you think. Tom Bavington, the head of the lab where I worked, came home from the hospital over the weekend and was in his office when I got to the research building. He couldn't move around well; he was on crutches and his cast over his broken leg was huge. I left him alone to get caught up on Monday. On Tuesday, I stopped by his office on the way home. He looked up from a spreadsheet. I always thought he looked like he belonged on a beach: bright blue eyes, sandy curls, and the quickest, whitest smile I.