With him I did more yelling screaming and crying than ever before; I was at that point when my little sister walked in on us…Yelling my head off, wi...h pain and pleasure. I was over a foot stool and was literally being fucked across the floor.I can remember the look of horror on her face when she walked into the room and saw what was going on. I was breathing so hard and drooling so much that I had trouble forming words let alone a full sentence. She just sat down and watched/listened to me. The offer of a drink made, thanked for but not accepted. Lisa watched as the two men sought to figure each other out. Matt, the younger, still had an air of innocence, whereas Harry carried with him a sense of maturity and confidence. She smiled, thinking of what was to come. Matt couldn't remember who started it, but soon polite conversation gave way to physical action. Lisa found herself sat, fully clothed on the bed, a man on either side. Hands began to wander, mouths began to kiss. She. Mrs. Vanilla, you're a small woman, petite, but you're very good looking. You have a terrific body. Even though you don't do much with each other, when I'd see you undressed I'd have to whack off, even when my wife was still here, before the divorce. I'd watch you in your bedroom, and it was wonderful to see you, pert, cute, tight, with those upturned nipples like rosebuds just ready to open,and your rear end shining like sunset over the desert. Whenever I'd see your mound I'd wish I could. Then, from the building across the courtyard, comes the faint sound of a cello playing the lush melody of Duke Ellington’s ‘Satin Doll:’ Cigarette holder which wigs me Over her shoulder, she digs me. Out cattin’ that satin doll.Lifting my flute, I join in on the second verse.The cello hesitates at the unexpected intrusion, but I rush ahead, filling the silence. After a few beats, the cello resumes. When our duet is done, I scan the dark windows for my unseen partner.As if reading my mind, a dim.