”“Yeah. Imagine my surprise to find out it was a sport,” I chuckled. I pulled my shirt down and she pulled it back up to poke at my stomach agai.... Finally, she let the shirt fall back down.“You got washboard abs from playing racquetball?”“Well, not just. It was from all the training.”“Training for what?”“Intercollegiate National Championships and the National Singles Championships,” I said calmly. Well, hell. I was proud of it. This was the first real opportunity I’d had to brag about. They'd made love for hours and hours. Then he'd played his pipe for her. After mere minutes of pouring his heart out to her on his pipe, Elaine knew she was in love.His current pipe was an instrument he was proud of. It was the fourth one he'd carved; each one more exquisite and intricate than the previous one as he learned more about the instrument. This one was capable of producing two tones at once from the same mouthpiece. He'd even written several compositions specifically for this. " But she really didn't put up any fight at all while Cindy Lou tugged down her jeans and panties with one tug!!! "My oh my, Nora, honey," Cindy whispered, "you have a forest growin' between your legs, I think we should take you into the bathroom and do something about that!!! "Y-you're crazy," Nora stammered as Cindy Lou led her into the bathroom, "Hank'll freak out if I shave it off!!!" "Pshaw, sugah," Cindy Lou replied, "he'll be thankin' ya for it every time he puts his mouth down there,. “Do you want me to stop?”His breath fanned against my ear as his lips moved over my neck and I could barely breathe, let alone answer his question rationally. Do I want him to stop? I mean, this is wrong because his mom is dating my father. Although, I was crushing on him before our parents ever met. We were flirting and almost dating but that all got thrown out of the window when our parents started dating.“Do you want me to stop?” he repeated.“No.” I whispered.“Look at me.” Damon said.I shook.