I got a text from Nancy Starr, wondering if now a good time would be to come over and teach me about the other instruments we had on the living room f...loor.I told her to come on over, then explained it to the other ladies. I got out the large selection of sticks and mallets.“Michael,” Princess said, “Do you want us to be here or to leave you two alone?”“It doesn’t matter at all to me. Watch or don’t watch. Be prepared for her to play well, and me to not be very good ... at least at first.”I got. Looking through the peep-hole I saw Karen with the two men plus two more. They had all been drinking and Karen seemed to be really up for it. One of the men, I think his name was Tom, whispered in her ear and she nodded and grabbed her overnight bag and left the room. Tom looked in my direction and gave the thumbs up. Ten minutes later Karen was back and she looked fantastic. She wore red fishnet stockings and a little red g-string to match. Red high heels and a tight black lacy corset which. "It was kinda fun, though, knowing that you were so excited by me." "I guess," I stammered, my eyes locked on her visible nipples. "No," she insisted. "I was mean. I knew that I was making you all worked up over me. I loved it when I made you hard. I could always tell, too. I used to go inside afterwards and finger myself until I got off." "Jeez, s*s!" I gasped. "Mmmm," she purred, sinking into the couch, her hand somehow over on my thigh before I actually realized it. "Yeah. I remember when I. ”Her fingers flutter over my stomach, and I think back to this morning when they were inside me, her tongue flicking my neck. I growled my orgasm into a pillow. There was so much I wanted to say to her afterward, so many parts of me she hasn't gotten to know yet, so much I've shielded from her. There'll be a time, though. Soon, I tell myself.“Thanks,” I say. “Wish me luck out there.”“You don't need it,” she says, gathering her bag and heading out the back door. On the way, she catches me.