I sat back and stroked my cock as she undressed in front of me. She dropped her shorts to revel lace panties. She lifted her blouse showing her silken...bra. She bared her gorgeous probably C cup tits with tight perky nips. She smiled widely as she could see that I was enjoying the playful striptease be the speed of my stroke. She pulled her panties down to expose a bald pussy. She stood up placed two finger over the hood of her clit and pulled back to expose her clit. She licked her other finger. She was barely breathing. He was jealous. He had felt that way about the music once but he had lost it somewhere along the line. He watched her relax and breathe when the conflict ended and the romance resumed. He saw a tear fall from her eye as she blinked. As the music led them to the second conflict he took her hand in his. He was not sure she noticed. As the musical conflict escalated she gripped his hand with amazing strength but her body was less involved. He could not decide if it was. Menopause vs. Hormones = Hell. Anyway, I had just kicked the sheets off my bed when I heard the doorbell ring. My dog Max immediately responded with a series of loud barks and yaps. “Max! Be quiet!” my mom half yelled. He was still growling when my mom opened the door. “Hi Mrs. Anderson!” SHE said“Oh my god… Sarah?” my mom exclaimed“Anderson!” SHE said“Oh my god… Sarah?” my mom exclaimed“Yes it’s me!” she said enthusiastically. “Mark! Mark!” Get out of bed she screamed up the stairs. “Sarah’s. Not after what she had done, or was about to do anyway. Grace and Mellissa were correct, Becky needed to be taught a lesson for trying to do this, regardless of the consequences. She needed to learn she couldn't get away with something like this in the first place. But more importantly, they really needed that password trigger code, no matter what it took in order for them to get it."I have no idea," he honestly told them both. "But I will tell you this, if anyone else does, I'll support it one.