Down boy, down!The chair was nearly brand new and ridiculously well-lubricated. My tiny twist and push sent me almost to the sofa, twirling a full 180...degrees. I watched Anne on her trip across the room. My god! They can observe others, they can see themselves in fitting mirrors, but no woman can ever know how truly delicious she is to watch walking away.Quickly I caught myself and turned back to Barbara. A little smile was playing across her face."I uh, wow, these damn chairs, they oughta put. " She looked pleased and relaxed - two things I'd not seenin her before.After dinner, we retired to the music room, and I played the piano forher - some Chopin nocturnes and the first movement of Beethoven'sMoonlight Sonata, which seemed to suit the relaxed mood of the evening.Grandma was impressed by my playing, and suggested that I might perhapsplay at a school fundraising concert that she would be hosting thefollowing week. She looked pleased when I agreed. And when I decidedto go to my. I bent my back, pushing further into Sabina while she lay quite, looking up at me. My ass clinched tight which forced me even deeper into her; she moved her legs farther apart which gave me room to move. My hands were pushing into the mattress on each side of her head, my arms stiff so I was angled from my head to where our groins touched. I pushed in until my rock solid erection was as far into Sabina as it would go. Our pubic hairs were tangled, our bodies pinned. Neither of us moved for. " She turned and grinnedoddly at Brittany. "Just give me back my dick, Phil, and then I'llbop this tiny little tart until she tells us where we can findMarwell. That fucking little traitor's got my book, you know." Your book? How very interesting?" smiled Phil. "You can forgetabout sitting down again, Fiona," he snarled. "I think it would bebetter if you went and took an icy cold shower instead." I don't wanna take no cold fucking shower," replied Fiona petulantly."And you can't make me." Why.