”“Ok. My name is Paul O’Dell and my number is 208-000-0000. Make sure he understands that I am serious. I just called a place that didn’t soun... serious and I hung up on them.”“Yes sir, Mr. O’Dell. His name is Ronnie Cartright.”“Does he play an instrument?”“Yes, he is a piano player.”“Any good?”“Not bad, but the stuff he likes is not very popular around here.”“Like what kind of music is that?”“Oh, Motown and Texas boogie.”“Cool. Please have him call me.”I hung up and wondered. A piano player. George asking for a drink and another women laughingI dozed back off , then woken again as they came upstairs and into Lynn's roomI could hear moans and groaning and vibrators buzzing and lots of laughterAt eight o'clock my mobile phone rang, it was Lynn calling me from her room.We would like two cups of tea one with two sugars the other with none and one coffee.Also six slices of toast with marmalade bought to my roomOk I replied , as I got out of bed my phone rang again,When you bring it up. He called it quits with her.With such short notice Jimmy wouldn't have been able to cancel the trip and get his money back so he decided to go anyway. Not wanting to go alone, and already having paid for two, he asked his younger sister, Jenny, if she wanted to go with him. She of course accepted his invitation, having never been out of the country before, and needed some time off before starting college in a few weeks.Jenny was a beautiful and smart 18 year old. Her brunette hair ended mid. The sensitive skin of my inner arm traces the volumous rise of your breasts towards the pinnacle of your erect nipples that have lifted the soft material of your bra. It’s easy for me to continue this sweep and reveal those succulent twin peaks. My ear resting on your heart, I can hear your beats drumming the inside of your chest as I gaze in wonderment at your forbidden fruits before me.I blow gently across your nipples as your body tells you what it wants. The strain of your nipples being.