"His initial impulse was to defend his work and brush her criticism aside. Then he reminded himself that this was Erica, not some blowhard newspaper c...itic or snot-nosed creative writing student."Wordy, huh? Yeah, I guess I go off on tangents on occasion. To tell you the truth, I don't like it much myself." Oh, no, it's good," Erica protested. "Your descriptions are awesome. I couldn't write like that in a hundred years. It's just that you could cut about half of it without hurting the rest.". They gave me a few hours to get settled, and I changed into theuniform. The skirt was a bit too short for my taste, but it wasadequate. Fortunately I didn't show too much cleavage. The heels werenot too high, but I still felt like I was walking on stilts the wholetime. Due to my practice I didn't have a problem with it though.As I was serving the soup at the dinner table, Mr. Santone walked in.He gently said hello to his children and his wife before assessing me.As soon as I saw him, I froze. ” I did as ordered. She poured an abundant amount of the slippery liquid over my palms, and started rubbing them slowly, and smoothly. I have to admit that it felt great. Having thi sgirl massaging, yet caressing my hands with such attention and passion caused my mind to black out. I kept – or better tried to keep – thinking her actions were pure teaching, nothing more. But still my heart appeared to pound harder and harder. I tried to take my eyes off our hands that were firmly locked. A knock on the door and Scott walked over and opened the door and in stepped Kimberly and then came in Alex. Allison and Scott's stomach started to churn with butterflies because the four of them had been such close friends and a week ago they found out that they were all swingers and they were going to swing for the first Scott together.They all ate supper and it was a great success everyone liked it all. After supper they decided to sit and listen to music and shoot the shit for a little bit.