You frowned. You retreated to the living room — to my piano. Pages of lyrics in my scrawl were strewn around. For a long minute, you read the lyrics... on top, but turned away across the room, through the heavy door and down the hall to my recording studio. The outer door was closed… the inner one was open. The room was dark. You took a few steps inside — maybe I was in my chair, but as your eyes adjusted to the dim light — no, not there. You turned back to leave, and there on the wall, dimly lit. Like a flash, my shorts were at my ankles. Steve's mouth was working its magic on my clit a second time. The second orgasm took a bit longer. Steve really worked hard, but was able to pull off another successful orgasm. I was really enjoying this new game.Steve's mouth worked overtime for almost two weeks. He had pulled off a remarkable twenty orgasms in f******n days. He now had to accomplish ten more in seven days. I was not going to make it easy on him. On day fifteen, I told him that my. On one holiday we stopped off on the drive south at a large French sports-wear shop. During our browsing we found a pair of blue nylon/lycra sports knickers similar to the gym-knickers worn by netball players, they even had the white stripes. These looked great under the short sporty wrap round skirt that Nicola was wearing. I bought some heavy rubber soled sandals that will feature later in this story. Naturally it was hard to keep from spanking Nicola’s bum when she had this outfit on.A few. It was pretty early still so there weren't too many people out. The fewpeople they did pass didn't seem to pay them much attention other thanthe occasional "good morning." Stacy felt a bit strange as she ran asshe was not used to running with the extra weight on her chest and felt abit chilly in such a revealing outfit as it was a bit windy. Andynoticed her running a bit slower than usual so he dropped his pace so shecould keep up with him.When they got back to the house they heard Andy's.