It's a dance that I'm learning. There are no instructions. The only map lies inside you and the tune is there waiting to be unearthed.The rhythms are ...ll instinct here, your breath serving as the metronome that determines how fast and hard to go, when to ease back, when to catch you off guard with speed. The tempo rises, not quite a crescendo yet, but signalling that the only possible things to come are either escalation or a full stop. They say it's the hidden ones, the notes that you never. Riley: Would you like a drink?Me: Do you have a beer?Riley: Of course.After rummaging in the fridge, Riley hands me a cold beer. She opens one for herself too.Me: Cheers!Riley: Fucking cheers! Man, that was a crazy day.She is talking about the Supermarket scene with Liza and Broady.Me: Yeah, it was quite something.Riley: Is your sister okay?Me: Yeah, she’s taking the news pretty well. Pretty surprising if you ask me.Riley: Deep down, she must have already known what a complete fuck-nut Brody. She was alright, not bad, but not hot. She was 13 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, white, tanned, around 90 IBS, an alright body. Small tits, and an alright ass. She was 5'3". Following her was Brittany, she was a goddess, Long, dirty blonde hair, a perfect tan, white with blue eyes. Nice baseball sized tits, and a perfect ass. 13 years old also, a fit body. Around 95 IBS, 5'9". I got semi-hard just watching Brittany walk in as her perfect tits bounced. She looked at my pants. Dylan just stared for a moment, before realising what she meant.“Oh! Right! Yeah, come on, it’s, uh, in my room…” Dylan replied.The 3 teens headed upstairs, both Dylan and his father noticing that the girls’ clothes seemed a little snug around their desirable areas, a side effect of their clothes being designed for their old bodies. They went into Dylan’s bedroom, and closed the door.“Before you get too excited, we’re not here to fuck you,” Rebecca said, flopping down on Dylan’s bed with her.