I clicked on the light. she was curled up in the fetal position on the floor, sobbing. “What are you thinking?” she continued sobbing, not answeri...g me. Enraged, I flew from the bed, yanked her wrists, and pulled her to her feet. “banshee! What were you doing?” her eyes met mine in fiery defiance and rage. “i’m yours! You can’t sell my virginity, it belongs to you! You have to take it! Do you think I would have come here if I thought you were going to sell me?” “Wait, what? your dad sent. Standing facing each other we realize that this will be the first time we see each other naked.To make you feel at ease I disrobe first. As my shirt becomes unbuttoned you see that I have nothing on underneath and my shaved cock comes in view and you let out a soft gasp. To make you more comfortable I turn you so your back is to me and I start to unbutton your shirt. When I'm done I slip it off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.I pull you into me and you feel my cock rest between your. A slight breeze catches them and the sound passes through Mrs. M's open window. She is at her desk engaged in the most mundane of tasks, drawing up a grocery list. By habit her free hand is tucked between her thighs. It is mid-morning but she is still in her short pajamas.This is not ordinary music. It is at once melodic and rhythmic but with visceral and sensual undertones. Music, as you would imagine, is not heard by everyone in the same way; so in a sense every piece of music is personal.. There's one thing missing though. I dont have my usual morningsalute. I shrug it off to the fact that subconsciously, my body knowsthat im in a cabin full of men. I go through the usual morning routine ofplanned activites and Tribal Competition and drag my way through theendless cardgames of rest period. Finally freetime comes and i head tothe store porch again. This time the girls are content to just sit on theswinging chairs. Gradually, they begin to slip into 'girl talk' and Iwould normally.