Her body jerked in excitement. I pulled my lips away from hers and began kissing down her neck. Running my tongue up and down the perfect pillar. My t...ngue started to wander down her body, the heat of the Jacuzzi water only intensifying the effects. I took her breast into my mouth, lightly sucking, swirling my tongue around her erect nipple. I pulled away from her breast, taking the other in my mouth in attempt to not make it feel neglected. Lightly sucking, again swirling my tongue around her. I waited for a few seconds to maybe give her time to realize I should be coming in, and to allow my swollen pecker to relax back to flacidness. Just as I was about to press the doorbell, she opened the door, her midi-skirt was back in fine fashion as she led me into the hallway to show me the inside unit. I could catch the ardor of fresh cum lingering in the air as I followed her back to the fan unit. The filter was a little dirty, not bad, so I took it out and handed it to her, telling her. ”“Hey,” she said brightly, sitting in her bedroom, sunlight almost washing out her blonde hair into a white blur. “You weren’t sleeping on the couch when I woke up.”“Yeah, I decided to go home and sleep in a bed,” I said.“You just waking up? You look awful.”“Thanks,” I grumbled.She giggled. “Just looking out for you. Your eyes are bloodshot.” She brought her phone closer to her face. “Did you get into your dad’s booze.”“Just...” I shook my head. “Nothing. Just didn’t sleep. The sun was up when. Now, that number is closer to a thousand. Moreover, I know them by which popular artist did the song. If someone yells out ‘Sing something by Dolly or Reba’, I can turn to the band and toss out a song name and we’re off playing and singing.”Nikky asked, “What about songs that aren’t country and western?”“Oh, we’ve been doing some of those, too. We’re not into rap or punk, but we’ve covered a lot of the old standards. Kyle claims to know about ten thousand songs cold; he asks me to name a song.