"Fuck it," I thought, "I'll clean it later (the seat that is)."Upon our arrival at my house we rushed in, barely getting the door closed behind us. Sa...a was hanging onto me, licking my chest and grabbing my tits. I quickly got naked and threw her onto my bed, wishing I had cleaned the place before I went out.I ran my hands up and down her tight body telling her how hot she was and how every guy in the place wanted her. "I should have taken you there in front of all of them," I told her. She. Chris was from old money. His last name was on everything in town and he was the last of the family line. Along with this incredible boat, he also had an estate further up river and a lifetime membership at the club where we both worked. He was a curious character from a world we had only observed as hired staff. We would see him rowing his dingy during the day making trips from dock to boat where he’d spend hours polishing some imperfection that only he could see. . This disability, besides mak-ing my childhood & adolescence a hell, because of the pervasive athleticism& machismo among the middle-American gentile males with whom I grew up,also prevented me from being as able a keyboard player as I should liketo have been--with so much of Rachmaninoff, Ravel, Liszt, Beethoven, &Schubert off limits to me--or as good a dancer. This kind of innateclumsiness isn't one of the things commonly considered birth defects, butthat's what it is, none the less. I also. I couldnt help but blush. We all ate and I was expecting to go home when Mandy pushed me on the couch. We all watched a movie that was by far the most redicules thing I had ever seen though lets face it I was only half paying attention. With Steve and Mandys make out session on the couch next to Drake and I. I could see Steves hand moving under the cover they had draped over them. It was painfully obvious what they were doing. Mandy giggled every couple minutes. Poor Drake looked embarrassed..