I ran the palm of my hand against her other breast and again she arched her back. I pinched and pulled on it gently and she moaned."Harder, Michael." ...he whispered. I took her nipple between my teeth and ran my tongue back and forth across it; while her hands joined mine on her other breast. I moved my other hand down over her stomach to her inner thigh just below her shorts. The muscles jumped as I caressed her. Her legs opened wider and I moved back, unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them. We had found it to be a fun way to serve a meal and to entertain and socialise, and so it turned out to be when Bruce and his wife Anneke came on Saturday evening. They were a handsome couple in their mid-thirties, several years older than I was. Bruce was slightly built, with a lively and expressive face, its expressiveness emphasised by a small ginger goatee beard. Anneke was a tall blonde woman with a willowy figure, who spoke with an accent we later discovered was from her having been born. ”“I noticed your range,” Sandy pushed. “Uh, boogie?”The dear old lady’s eyes flashed. “Oh, not so much any more, but...” Her left hand started a driving boogie beat.“Wonderful,” Sandy giggled. She put the fingers of her right hand to the keys. “I think we can do this...”“Go, little lady,” the sweet lady said, driving on.Now I understand that there are times when a musical instrument take s over a room. This time it’s a piano. There’s a beat ... I have NO idea how one might dance to a boogie,. Gabriel, their nine-year-old brother, chattered on about things he and his friends did at day care that day. Westin asked Xander to stop by his room after dinner.“What did you find out about the chick you nailed yesterday?” Westin asked after Xander shut the door.“Everything is good,” Xander said. “She got the morning after pill this morning. Chances are only about 10% that I got her pregnant.”“When is her next period?” Westin demanded.“Um ... she said early September. Like the fifth, I think,”.