.. After some more 'introduction to lesbianism', it was time for me to drop some clothes. I had to perform a sexy striptease for him... I'm a reasonab...le dancer (did some classes) but striptease is still something different... He sat in the sofa, fondling his sister who was on her knees of the floor beside him. i had to continue dancing naked while she started blowing him... Now he had me exercise some numbered 'positions' he wanted me to take. This time his sister could still help me, but. At the same time, his hand went up my thigh and brushed over my sweet spot unleashing a loud moan from me. He took that as a good sign and began to stroke me through my pants. I was so turned on at the moment that I couldn’t keep still! My hips were rocking against his fingers and my mouth found his to hold him in a deep kiss. I was building my orgasm quickly and sweetly fell over the edge as I lay there motionless looking at him. He had a smile on his face and he leaned down to kiss me softly. I shut my eyes and lose myself in the nearness of you. Nothing else matters, except being here. The first drops take my breath. Your mouth is warm on my skin as the cool rain falls around us in sheets. I kiss your face as it washes over us, soaking into my hair, my clothes---like a million fingers massaging the stress from my body. A tingle ripples through me. You grab my hand and pull me laughing into safety, shutting the door firmly behind us and pressing me against it. I made an appointment to talk to Lloyd Jarrett of Executive Charters and drove out to see him at the Westminster Airport. “Carl, what’s up? By the way, congrats on winning the election. I would have voted for you, but I actually live down below Reisterstown.”“Thank you. I appreciate the thought. That’s sort of why I’m here, actually, in a roundabout fashion,” I replied.“Oh?”“Yeah. We’re still living here, over in Hereford, and it’s crazy to drive back and forth. What I was wondering is, well,.