At one stage, I took the purity of my shaved head (along with my shaved pubes) to validate a statement of pure nakedness but I never felt comfortable ...eing unclothed on stage, even behind a bank of keyboards. It was often unpleasantly cold while I waited to get on stage or even while performing. There was rather a mix of expectations in our audience whenever we went on stage. There were those who knew exactly what to expect and these were mostly our lesbian and younger women followers. And. Does hubby know we are doing this? If so, would he like to contribute? Give his insights and feelings? If he would, just have him drop me an email.Your wanna be lover,BobFrom: ScarlettTo: Just Plain BobSent: Monday, October 2, 2006 2:55 PMSubject: StoryI'm looking forward to reading the first chapter of the story and I thank you for the time and energy I'm sure you have put into it. My husband is aware of what we are doing and he will read it over with me, but he is not interested in. Thank goodness they were sleeping and I had no chance to check the truth in that rumor.The Browns, Ned and Gwen, came in about midnight and I was glad they didn't come in too late because I was feeling real frisky after seeing Ned's muscles and thinking about Gwen in a cheerleader outfit."It looks like you did a good job, Amy, keeping those kids out of trouble."Mister Brown seemed happy that the kids were still asleep and I guess we all were because I could sense the electricity of sex in the. .everything really. As we kept kissing I squeezed her ass and pressed my crotch into hers, eliciting another moan. I lifted her up further and brought my mouth to her cute little tits, grabbing one with my teeth and gently pulled. She wrapped her arms around the back of my head and held me there as she rolled her ass against my hands. “You like those?” she asked breathlessly as she continued to writhe against me. “Oh yeah, I love piercings,” I told her before pulling the other ring and getting.