Her friends noticed and didn't look pleased.She commanded her small band of friends. "Grab your bass, Min. Pour us some more wine, Randy. I'm going to... show Joe the studio."Opening a door across from hers in the narrow hallway, she pulled me into the other room. "Used to be my parent's room," she explained, releasing my hand and gesturing to a small metal chair. She opened her guitar case and brought out a beautiful Gibson Les Paul. "They had a bigger bed than mine, real ornate. I sold it for. Everything we talked about. Everything I promised I would do for him. I was in the heat of the moment then. I was just an ordinary girl now. Just his fourteen year old sister. Ean just stared at my face. Was he testing me Was he checking to see if I was telling him the truth earlier Seeing if he could trust me He didn’t have to ask me verbally. This was a matter of trust. Could he trust my word All the confusion I caused him with that night. It was now. Did I really mean what I said or just. There he lay on the bed, very well blindfolded, with only his underwear on. I wanted to reassure him and not keep him waiting so, before I did anything I approached the bed and kissed him softly. The beautful aroma of whatever scent he had on was helping me feel a little more relaxed. Smell in the sexual arena is one of my greatest turn ons. The perfume on a woman, natural scent of her skin and her pussy, a nice aftershave on a man, that freshly washed smell on his skin just send me into. Now turn over, hands and knees.”Somewhat reluctant Penny still obediently did as she was told.“Head down, arse up!” commanded Summer and the girl obeyed. Summer paused to admire the sight that greeted her before lifting out of the case her trusty strap-on. It had been expensive back in the day but worth every penny. She placed it out of sight at the foot of the bed and sat down beside it. She took some time to admire the proffered delight of Penny’s backside. Her pussy still gleamed and there.