Isn’t that what you said, Andy?” and, glancing over, Andy saw Sam’s unmistakable smirk. They continued with Sam’s timing as Andy felt Julie shift and press her leg over his, her hem rising with the effort. Want to be on top?” None of this had been in Sam’s lessons, but Andy had seen enough porn to know. She lightly touched her hair, a wiry autumn red mass held smoothly prisoner by two jeweled clips and a hair tie. They continued with Sam’s timing as Andy felt Julie shift and press her leg over his, her hem rising with the effort. Upstairs Sam checked her watch; “30 minutes,” she thought, “I wonder how accurate my timing is,” and, overcome with curiosity, feeling her own tingling which had quickly become a roaring need, despite her attempt at musical distraction, she crept down the stairs, stealthy, and quietly drew an old kitchen chair near to the door. No…we can’t, we talked about it. That was all it took. Something in her mind, a small vestige of rational thought and control, told her to be as silent as her body allowed.
