I walked in without knocking, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it. You looked up from where you were sitting on the small sofa, startle... at first, but you didn't tell me to get out, so I counted that as a win. "Loved your set," I said. "You don't find a lot of young men singing the classics these days." Thanks," you said back. "Have a seat. Join me for a drink." Your mouth said drink, anyway, but your eyes darkened with lust and suggested more. I crossed from the door to the sofa. ‘Not as much as you’d think. I’m pretty confident that I’d be able to support my practice without having to rely on being a marriage counselor.’ We chatted for a few more minutes as Georgette asked us about ourselves and what our ambitions were. Ginny was focused on interior design and in particular, geriatric ergonomics. Her special interest was in housing and care facilities design. With our aging population, she was sure there would be a call for her services. I was asked about my ambitions. I truly think you are a beautiful and intelligent girl and yes, I'd love to make love to you. We both know it's the reason Brad got us together, but I'm not looking for any kind of relationship and I don't think you're looking to get involved with someone in high school either."She nodded. "I ... I don't know much about making love. The only other boy I've ever done it with was just after one thing and when he got it that was the last I saw of him." Not very enjoyable?" I asked, not wanting her. This revealed theleather cache-sexe that hid my maleness. I blushed more furiously at thisrevelation, but Miss Priscilla had not finished. Her fingers eagerly undidmy last protection, which she then whipped away, tossing it to the floor.My long-hidden maleness was revealed to the assembled women. I wanted theground to open up and swallow me. I heard the giggles of Phoebe and my twocaptors, who continued to pinion me. My head hung in shame, my long fairtresses hiding my reddened face."This.