We had been joined by eight newcomers to the party, a few of them I surprisingly recognised.One was Henry Whitaker, an Olympic showjumper married to a...minor royal. She sat somewhat self-consciously on my side of the table next to John Spencer, the English actor, and his wife, whose name escapes me but whose face I knew from the newspapers.The evening had begun uneventfully, with everyone sitting around a long candlelit table on the terrace. A small group of waitresses poured wine and brought. Piano lessons. Since my sister and I both had the lessons, I had to wait out in this single ladies (she wasn't hot, very plain) living room while my sister had her half hour. So I got to pillage! Well she was plain and didn't wear nice pantyhose. All I could find were some very cheap pantyhose that were bought from like Woolworth or somewhere that were not a brand name. They had the panty, the toes and they were also all nylon and had no spandex. But, they were all mine! So that night I put. And she turned her head towards the door. I tried to move away fast but my feet and knees were not well positioned. I saw her seeing my eye and… staring away as if she hadn’t noticed me. I did not move. She checked again and for sure she had remarked me. But then she stood there, facing the door and she started to remove her bra, slowly and her pants. She was standing there naked, in front of me, who I was watching through the keyhole. Surreal. She was putting a show…. She entered the shower. ** WARNING ** You are about to read the third chapter in a story that will contain graphic sexual activity between boys a man, woman and a young girl. You need to be over 18 years old to continue reading this story. A fictional story based on facts that have been embellished. Copyright: 2011 EnglishBoy no copying or changing without owners permission Written by EnglishBoy Contact me by sending a message via this site or by email [email protected] Les & Bob Part 3 Father Fred told us to go.