She keeps her pussy trimmed short and neat. As we kiss I grab her shorts and panties and pull them up, giving her a wedgie. She pulls back and says, �...�Hey don’t do that.” “I’ve almost been able to see your ass all day. It has been hard to keep from getting hard the whole rehearsal.” “Yeah? You know what would be hot?” She steps away from me and turns around and leans on a table, thrusting her ass in my direction. “What would be hot?” I say grinning. “If we screwed in here right now.” “Mmmm, yeah. J., deep, deeper! Ahhhh damn, fuck yes, yes!” It swept through her, and she relaxed.“Lets show T.J. what tribbing is.” Lisa said as she untangled herself and headed for the steps. I followed and T.J. came behind us. Into the bedroom and into a position that had become very familiar. “T.J., sit and watch the show.” He sat in their lounge chair.We both started to rub and grind, holding each others legs to get maximum pussy contact. This brought out the yelling from us. We both began to shout, “Do. About being virgins ... about everything."Both girls blanched, going pale, and then color rushed back into their faces. They were frozen, as if they were statues.Had Dave just left it there, the girls would probably have thrown themselves on their father's mercy, begging to be forgiven for stupid school girl fantasies. It might, after a while, have turned into a real dialogue, about how everyone felt in their single parent households. Had that happened, they might have worked out their emotions. "Would you help Brandon shop?" Becky asked. "He broke his leg on the ski slopes over Christmas and we've helped him shop while he waits to get off his crutches." Sure." Paul(a) felt his heart beat in his chest. As Brandon got out his list, he started off in one of the electronic shopping carts while Paul(a) pushed a regular shopping cart past many male and female shoppers. While some of the older women were in dresses and heels, must of the younger ones were in jeans or tee shirts and shorts. A.