The same music from downstairs was playing here as well, though quieter.I turned to her, smiling and blushing. She kissed me again, undoing the zipper...at the back of my dress as we kissed. I took this as my cue and did the same to her. In seconds both our dresses pooled at our feet. I trembled as I listened with closed eyes at the sound of the fabric sliding off our bodies and the small piff as they crumpled to the floor.She embraced me again once our dresses were off. As she was kissing my. Contract forgotten, he watched as she absently scratched an itch on her thigh, hiking up her already short skirt in the process. With the extra light Steve was pretty sure he could say that, along with the bra, panties were another piece of underwear that Gabriella wasn't wearing tonight. When her itch seemed to creep higher on her thigh, and her knees unaccountably parted gradually wider, Steve realized that his seemingly serendipitous view was no accident. The willing look she gave him. He looks slightly confused at my question, but shakes his head no. “Well, I’d really like to see how you look sitting at mine.” I reach out my hand and take his, leading him over to the piano bench, pulling it out just slightly from the keyboard. Standing in front of him, I look into his eyes and kiss him as I pull off his jeans and boxers. His cock is semi-hard right now, but I know it won’t take long to get to full attention once I start with him. With my hands on his shoulders, I push him. I set were I could see her cunt the whole time and asked her what was going on. She saw where I was looking and opened her legs wider and asked if I had gotten her anything for her 18th birthday that was three days ago. I said no I had forgotten it when she set up and I noticed for the first time that her top was one her mother’s that covered an A cup chest but a D cup chest had tit hanging out everywhere. This and the fact she didn’t have a bra on with her bib shorts meant that she was barely.