It was in truth a real musician’s version of memoirs, with notes and vibrations guiding us through the landscape of his life. With music we covered ...lmost every emotion known to mankind, our two voices blending, mixing, making sweet musical love. I sat on my chair, on stage, my physical reactions to the music sometimes subtle, sometimes clearly evident, the fine hairs on my body standing, sometimes in excitement sometimes in horror, the tears on my face as I cried for people we’d both known. Anyway, cumming for the first time opened up a whole new world and I jerked off all the time. It seemed like my cock would shoot up with no provocation and get iron hard with any stimulation.It was that time when I began to pay even more attention to mom’s partial undress and really enjoy it. The first physical contact came a few months after my first orgasm. I was standing in the hallway bathroom in just my jockeys (pretty typical) trying to get something out of my eye. Mom walked by in just. It did not take long to writethe events so far and since it was a long bus ride I had plenty of timefor daydreaming. Imagine how wonderful it would be to wear a dresssitting in my seat and on my way to buy pretty lingerie.Dear diary, Let me tell you how I arrived down townAt 8:45 am, I then decided that I would get off the bus a few blocks fromthe store so I could walk and get more relaxed since I was starting totighten up. I walk there and all of the people passing never notice.Dear diary, Let. ” We went in to our classroom, which wasn’t actually a class room, but a somewhat large room in the bottom of the fine arts building painted in all black that we called “The Black Box”, and sat down as our teacher gave us the assignment. We were to get into groups of three and rehearse a scene from any Shakespeare play we wanted. Of course Mary and I knew we would be in the same scene, but we didn’t know who we would pick for our partner. Suddenly Mary asked “What about Stacy?” To get an idea.