The natural sway of your hips was riveting. I couldn’t help myself. I knew you were much, much younger than I. I smiled at my reaction. I thought to...myself that you’d make some fellow very happy someday – and probably soon – you were so pretty and ripe for the picking. I shook my head and chuckled quietly at my own thoughts, looking down at my hands, splaying my fingers over the keys, ivory and ebony — like in that silly song. I was lost in thought for a minute. ‘I love your hands,’ I looked. Similarly, I sat down at the desk in my home office and got to work myself. People seem to hold the illusion that being an entrepreneur means easy money and little work with endless amounts of time off. If only!. Being your own boss is great, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't tell you the last time I worked less than a sixty-hour work week.A couple hours later a soft knock on my door signaled Chani's presence. "I'm done with my homework, daddy." Okay, sweetheart. I'm just about done here. Tell. Once they were finished the girls pushed us both into the corners of the couch, and slipped against us and we all started making out. We did this for maybe an hour, none of us taking it beyond kissing and caressing backs and sides. And while the girls each lightly rubbed their torsos against us, it was only in teasing and not to bring Jack and I to far along in lust. But it was around 10 when Holly stood, and said goodnight to Linda and I and almost dragged Jack to their bedroom. Linda stood. "We can't walk in our ballet slippers!" Little Miss Janet informedme. I knew that already and complemented her on being prepared for herlessons. Janet is six, Gloria is seven, and Tina is the nine-year-old.Miss Davis was happy to see that I brought my dancewear as well.Sometimes Miss Johnson needs help with the girls, she informed me. Itwould help if I were appropriately attired to assist in the balletclasses. I was perfectly aware of what that entailed as Jackie and I wererequired to attend.