Kelly was nervous and there was no mistaking it. It could be seen in the way she continuously tapped her foot on the floor or the way she kept glancin... at her watch.Don would be arriving shortly and we would finally be making our fantasy a reality.You walked to the couch and knelt before her, smiling. Placing your hands on her soft white thighs and sliding upward until you feel her silk panties. She licked her bottom lip, chewing her lip. Your fingers wrapped around the fabric and began to. .........During high school Lynne Nesser was quite promiscuous and had obtained the status as a slut among her peers. She was bright in academics but fell in with the wild crowd that partied a lot. She had lost her virginity in the back seat of a car during her freshman year. From then on, Lynne found that the itch between her thighs could only be put out by a good fuck.Lynne graduated from high school and went off to an exclusive college on an academic scholarship. She was determined to shed. Chloe was in bed with me. Her front was pressed up against my back and her hand was in the front of my pajamas. She wasn't holding anything. She just had her hand into the elastic like us guys do all the time. Not very loud, I said, "God damned, Chloe. Is your bed broken?" No," she said softly, "I was scared. Can I stay in here with you?" Well, crap! I guess so. But go to sleep and don't bother me." She's such a pain.After that, it seemed that she wanted to be in my bed every other night --. "I want to do something with you two," she said."Lindy, that was so cool," Sam started and then stepped back, blushing. "Wait. What did you say? No. I could never share the stage with Barnaby." Why not?' asked Lindy. She looked at Barnaby who shrugged and kept silent. Returning her attention to the young dancer, she said, "I didn't hear you call him Master or even Mr. Cole, so there's obviously a bit of equal standing." I tried calling him Mr. Cole, but he insists I call him Barnaby. I ... I.