“Why don’t you undress and join me. I’ll getsomething nice to drink.”Hubby walked off while I went to the bedroom. Slowly Itea...ed myself. It’s nice to be nude, but I find iterotic to have someone undress me – or to have someonewatch as I’m undressed!Staying one step ahead of him as he spoke, my sun dressfell to the floor; I stepped out and then grabbed twolarge terry cloth towels. Just love that feeling as myskirt rides up my thigh knowing that my. "I don't know why you want me to. It is wrong! That's too close to i****t. I won't--Ahhhh!" Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then he stopped again, and just looked at her, waiting.Marion placed both her hands next to Peter's head on the bed, and brought her face close to his. David could only imagine the serious look she was giving him. He had to strain his ears to hear what she said."Fine, if you want to hear me say it that badly... David." The sound of his name as she sat atop. It was a huge room, maybe fifty feet by thirty feet, with only a few pieces of furniture, and lots of empty space. All of the instruments, save mine, were already in place. The most impressive part? A full sound system had been set up, complete with three microphones."Don't the neighbors complain about the noise?" I asked. We'd occasionally had that problem in Dave's garage, during our high school jam sessions, and we hadn't gotten involved with microphones.Inez, who along with Mayra had tagged. Once we were inside the building things started to get weird for me. Iknew most of Dad's employees. I'd spent enough time at his office overthe years that I could remember each of their names. But some of them Iknew pretty well.Like Lucy. Lucy was the receptionist. She was one of the nicest ladiesI'd ever met, and I'd spent many days with her in the reception area whenI was younger, while I was waiting for Dad to finish a meeting before wecould go down to the beach or whatever else was planned.