"He's going to bemashed later if he carries on at that rate" I said to myself.After a further wander, I got the munchies, found some food and thenstar...ed a nights partying. I had a brilliant night.I think being as old as some of my fellow party goers parents made me abit of a novelty and I was never without someone to talk to. I'd beenchatting and dancing with a group of girls, and although the thought hadgone through my mind of ending up with one of them in my tent, I knew thereality of that. I stepped into the piano room and was astonished to see Jenny standing by the piano, stark naked, trying to cover herself. “Please Miss Edwards, don’t let him watch me being punished.” “You should have thought of that before lying to me about how much, or should I say how little practice you did this week. Now bend over again for the rest of your punishment” I watched as Jenny reached forward to hold the sides of the piano stool, her perfect breasts pointing down firmly as she took up her. Which attested to the fact that she tanned in the nude. Shaking her head at her own vanity she stepped into the shower and let the warm water flow over her body. Tipping her head back she wet her hair and then poured a generous amount of shampoo into her hand and then lathered her hair with it. Scrubbing her scalp she worked the shampoo through her hair then rinsed it out. Rubbing conditioner into her hair she worked it through to the ends and left it on while she shaved her legs and. I sent her an email asking how she was. I didn’t hear from her for two weeks, then she friended me on FB and sent me some dance recital pics on Messenger. I clicked “LIKE” on the pics. The costumes weren’t particularly skimpy, but I got hard just looking at the dance recital pics. I ached to touch her and give her the ravishing that romance novels tell you all girls dream of.A week later, she answered my email: “Uncle George, I don’t know what’s going on. I feel so strange. When you were dating.