He laughed, she giggled.He hailed a cab.They slipped inside, all arms and legs. He gave his address to the driver.He kissed her. She kissed back. Both smelling of the alcohol they had consumed but neither noticing. He was hard. She was still dancing to the beat.He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet.He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she. “We love you too.”I reached up to give Lenore a pat as she leaned over my right shoulder. “If Robert is out and about, we might find the others ready. Can you check the party room?”“Work, work, work,” Lenore complained playfully. “Next you’ll demand that Miki lean against a wall while you finger her.”“Lenore,” I said sharply as all my ladies giggled. Robert just shook his head as they dashed off.“You going to punish her?” Robert asked me as they passed through a doorway a short distance ahead. She wandered into his bedroom and was looking around, wondering if she could hide somewhere but decided that she'd probably have to be in there for hours and wouldn't get away with it. Then she spotted it. On top of her son's computer was a webcam that Dave had given him for his birthday the year before. All the family had them; it was a legacy of Dave's job, working as a computer salesman. He was always bringing new fangled toys home. Hell, there was a computer in Steve's room; one in Julie's. The feet in the mirror are petite and just look girly. Thetwitching in his toes as he looks at them give it away that they areactually part of his body. Summoning more of his courage his eyes venturehigher up his reflection. Thin and long calves which look silky smoothwith not a single hair on them not that he had a lot to begin with meethis gaze. His eyes keep moving higher up the reflection and he is nowlooking past the knees and looking at thin thighs, nothing too muscularor fat just slim.
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