Our parents decided they’d go out for dinner and then to a movie. Mom asked if we wanted to go also, but as I was still a little queasy, I declined....David said he’d stay behind as well. So dad left us some money to order pizza and then went on their way. This left David and me sitting in the living room, discovery channel playing on the TV in the background, and me pretending to read. The atmosphere was so uncomfortable. I was feeling awkward about what had happened but still turned on by. " Good idea ... since you're not getting in either." The door swung shut."Damn ... best pizza in town," I commented.A very tall, thin black guy with HUGE legs rode by on a very tall bike with monster knobby tires and yelled, "You haven't been to Karl Marx, They have the best pizza, calzones, and meatballs in the state!" What kind of bike is that?"He grabbed hand brakes and squalled to a stop. He pedaled back. "I dunno what you call it. I use it to ride on the beach." You didn't get legs like. She was wearing a satiny like corset. Her breasts seemed enhanced to me. Her cleavage was almost “Hyper-extended” to a degree. I looked into her face and she was smiling as she held open her blouse and showing herself off to me. “I really look nice when I take off all my clothes off too. I bet you’d think that too, wouldn’t you?” she said. I nodded because that was what I was thinking and as I was something told me that I should say we should get together tonight. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. Nobody does anything in my house they don’t do willingly.” “Hey, what the fuck!” Danielle protested. “We had a bet!” This time the words wouldn’t stay behind Keith’s lips. “Danielle, just shut up and back off. Sandrine, if you want to walk out the door no one is going to say ‘boo’ to you. The stripping I don’t care about as long as there’s no touching. But you’re not paying off the rest of it unless I’m convinced you’re doing it willingly.” Sandrine looked troubled. I knew the lacquer was now.