He darn sure has a nice ass, though. I guess we’re on the honor system, and I’m not supposed to look at him, but I just can’t help myself. Does ...e look at me? I thought I caught him peeking, but even then, I wasn’t entirely certain. Am I attractive to him? Hmmm, I caught him looking at my ass when I bent over to start a fire in the oven. Should I be offended? Do I care if he gets a quick look at me nude every now and then? And as far as my ass is concerned, I did lean over farther than was. Embarrassed, Lisa looked over at her host. She wondered if she'd made a mistake by tugging the rope. The host simply smiled and nodded and tapped the shoulders of the girl and the other man. They turned and walked out of the room.Lisa stood awkwardly. She was a good foot shorter than the first man, now that they were standing side by side. With one hand, the host grabbed Lisa's hand; with his other hand, he grabbed the tassel. He placed it in Lisa's hand and said, "Follow me." He turned towards. It may only be verbally, but if couldalso be physical."But the support that you receive, not only from Sara, but from yourfamily and Sara's family, is the best thing you have going for you. Andyou couldn't ask for more." Now, Sara. I know you've been wondering why you like Peter to be Becka.Haven't you?" I have," Sara replied."Well. I don't really have an answer for you. But some things to thinkabout until we can really sit and talk about it. Neither of you haveever had or ever wanted to. Paul was about to close the door again, when something white on the floor caught his eye. He looked down. There, right outside his bedroom door, lay what appeared to be a crumpled pair of girl's panties.Paul knelt down and picked it up. It was exactly what he thought it was. A pair of cotton panties, rolled up as though taken off in haste - and the fabric was very damp. Paul lifted his find to his nose. A familiar smell greeted him, the same musky smell that had just wafted up from Mays pussy.