Who the hell else would it be?"I was coming over to hold your hand," replied Samantha. "It's a bit scary in the dark like this." That isn't my hand th...ugh. That's my butt." I know." Silence descended. Hannah stayed perfectly still, waiting for her sister to move away, not wanting to pee on her.Samantha continued stroking her butt though, arm trapped between Hannah's legs. Hannah didn't know what to do, she couldn't hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Samantha's arm. She. I don’t know why. But we always used it to introduce the members of the band and we will do that again. It is a happy little ditty by Tampa Red called “I Wanna Play With Your Poodle”.” I counted the beat and off we went again.The song is a mid-speed blues swing and the crowd always loves it and at the end they get to participate and as usual it just tore up the place. It helps that the words are designed to say one thing and mean something just as dirty as can be. I guess that is why it was. I was in an odd state of mind, a little dazed, I think, and conscious of feeling a sexual interest that had been foreign to me for a decade or more. As Al maintained eye contact with me and told me approximately how long the water would be shut off, I was acutely conscious of the fact that my face was burning. I also knew that Chris was looking me over from head to toe and back again.Over the years, starting when I was about 13, I’ve been stared at, gazed at, ogled, and looked over in more. Her ass and her boobs would always look amazing on the tight outfits she would wear.I used to call my maid’s daughter some time to clean my room and start a few conversations here and there. I came to know that she used to go to the morning college and be home at around 11 and at my place around 12:30 or so.She couldn’t spend much time in my room as my grandmother would keep an eye if I would close the door while she is in my room or if she spends a longer period of time on my floor. So, I.