Her name was Diane and she was about five foot three, had short black hair and brown eyes. She was also eighteen and was wearing a white long sleeve s...irt with a high collar that had a little chain with a little gold crucifix hanging out the top, a denim skirt with white nylons and black flat shoes. She had small breasts and a firm round ass. I asked her to dance a few times and enjoyed the way she felt mashed against me as we danced to some country slow song. Eventually I asked her for her. Strip him. Slowly."The Angels looked at each other and smiled. "You want us to tease him for you?" Left asked. "We make him beg for you, yes?" Right added.I had to wonder for a moment if 'Angels' was the right name for them. "Yeah, ok. Let's see how that goes. Don't make it easy for them, Cutie." I sat comfortably against my headboard and hoped I'd enjoy the show.The all surprised me. The Angels were apparently strip tease experts and managed to make Zane break a sweat before he was halfway. The shock of this calamity among the Comanches gave me time to reload my shotgun, and I was now back on the hunt. I was still holding the shotgun in my right hand as I turned toward the rest of the Comanches who happened to be collected close together. In a fit of foolish (childish?) bravado, I charged the remaining Comanches and actually yelled out a war cry. I had never done that before, and I cannot imagine what came over me at that time, but the result was effective: all of the remaining. Water, water everywhere. It seemed to be a recurring sexual theme. I was undeveloped, smooth, no titties....my "bottom" still hairless like a baby's butt. The shower was in a part of the house I loved - cool, right off a main master bedroom. It was always so peaceful and quiet there. The light seemed to filter through one particular window in a dreamy way that made me want to relax, made me feel sensuous and horny, even though I still didn't know what "horny" even meant. Being a smart.