” My humiliation piques publicly until we reach the sanctity of the car.We drive home and he says nothing while I plead for mercy and forgiveness. W...hen we get inside the house, he hands me the telephone and says “Now, you are to call your parents and tell them exactly what you did, how I found you, and how I dragged you out naked to the care and back home”, he adds “and I’ll be listening on the other line. You'll tell your parents everything and you'll tell them that I'll be punishing you for. Dinner was somewhat strange as Jenny obviously enjoyed the attention. And then there was the fact that she seemed more confident. She ordered her own meal right away, rather than the both of us talking and then me ordering for the two of us. And throughout dinner, I couldn't help noticing her looking around at the various other people in the restaurant with a thoughtful look on her face.Later that night when we started getting ready for bed, I moved up close to Jenny to kiss her, feeling just a. We both grew up on The Beatles and could recite almost every song lyric. Belle had once commented to me, "No. Paul McCartney was in a band before Wings?" Fuck her. For soft rock/jazz, Lynn and I both liked Donald Fagen in any of his guises. Aja and The Nightfly are still albums that I listen to over and over. Between the two of us we'd seen nearly every play and musical produced in our area over the past five years, but had never worked on one together. Of course, we'd both been working the. “Now show me how you touch it,” you add, still in that tone. I’m practically dripping as I part my soft lips and rub my juices over my swollen clit. “Does that feel good?” you ask and though it would feel better if it were your fingers on me, I can’t deny that it does. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice cracking with desire. “Would you like me to touch it?” you ask and I answer you non-verbally by removing my fingers and shifting closer to you. The second your fingers make contact I’m moaning and.