“And you expect me to meekly accept it?” Kassja inquired.“Of course not, what would be the fun in that?” Athea replied, outright laughing now....��That really sounds like fun. Let the games begin!” Kassja challenged excitedly.“That sounds like trouble.” Roban voiced his divergent opinion, and quickly fled the battlefield. “I am sure you can’t wait to plot, conspire and plan devious schemes again. You must have missed each other terribly, even though some of you didn’t even know it. I’ll leave you. I ... haven't any clothes," she stuttered wildly searching for an excuse."Pfft!" the maestro dismissed it. "You would not be appearing as a fashion model but as a very gifted pianist." But I haven't finished my training." What training?" The Royal Academy, in September." You need no further training to play the 'Moonlight Sonata'. What is your name, my dear?" Libby Morris, maestro." Do you play 'The Pathetique' too?"She nodded dumbly."Please play it for me, Miss Morris."She could hardly refuse. Glad to meet you. Come watch me play again next Saturday. I like having dirty old me ogle me.”Yvonne said, “That’s enough of that. I saw him first.”She kissed her grandmother just like she had kissed me, and then she walked away while I stared at her tight firm ass. She gave it a little extra twitch for my benefit.We stood up and Yvonne took me over to a tree. She leaned back against it, placed my right hand on her left breast, and then she kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss…just lips…no. It was obvious to me that she was okay with my touches this far and had openly told me she was turned on. That was all the justification I needed. The next time my fingers slid past her belly button and over her pubic hair my fingers kept going and I slid them very gently over her pussy letting my index finger part her lips ever so slightly then I brought them back up quickly. Barbara moaned again in approval so I repeated it again, each time, letting my fingers press a little firmer inside of.