Next she slid the console with its various pads and wires closer to the examination couch. She moved behind her desk and sat down to look at Mr Charle...s’ records. “Hm, quite impressive,” she thought to herself, if it were true. A tap came at the door. “Come in,” she called and sat back in her chair and waited. A tall and muscular man entered the room. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jessica looked him up and down. "Mr Charles,” she said. “Daniel Charles? “Yep, that’s me,” came the. Our tongues danced for a while as we searched the other’s mouth. Leon broke our kiss. I was breathless and my hormones were racing in high gear.Leon stated, “I have wanted to do that for a very long time now.”“I... I... I am not Beth,” I managed to get out.Lou replied, “What? Who are you then, you look just like her.”“I am Lila,” I stated. Then followed with, “Today.”He looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face, “What do you mean by you are Lila today? Who are you when you are not. Steve made Larry let up off her shoulders. Steve ran his hands up the back of Maci's shirt and to the sides of her breasts."Looks like someone was expecting us," he laughed. Maci cringed.Steve leaned down and bit her on her neck softly. As always being a huge turn on for her, she let out a quiet moan."What was that," Steve asked Maci, "I could barely hear that, next time you have to be louder."Annoyed with her shirt, Steve told Maci to take it off. He was surprised when she did. He thought she. I could tell both of them wanted to go somewhere private. But for the Negro it was a gig, so they ate and chatted with friends and made introductions until time came for the Negro to work. Soon after the trio started the producer arrived, and though my mom remained with him, introducing him to a room full of strangers, her interest played bass with his trio.Most of the guests were strangers. The host and his boyfriend, the Jewess and some artists who had drawn and painted either my mother or.