It didn’t help. The phallus had an extension of some sort that brushed across her clit with every movement she made.She raised her head in frustrat...on. ?Damnit!? The door behind her opened, calling her attention from her annoyance. Her head spun around just enough to see the cloaked figure enter the room, his bare feet padding against the stone tiles. ?Good evening.? His voice was cool like water laced with ecstasy. Just those two words spoken had her skin itching with desire as his voice. " Well Shirley and Maggie, they're similar enough sounding names," I contemplated."Sing it backwards so to speak, the last verse first."I laughed. "You're a genius." Of course," Molly replied smugly.I sang it as suggested with the sad ending of realizing absence would be permanent becoming the beginning and the hopeful verses at the beginning of the song ending it. It worked even better than I thought. We began working it deeper into the context of the production and added a counterpoint melody. He stretched back on the bed and watched as she pulled on her panties, cupped her breasts into her bra, stepped into her slip, slid her sweater over her head, smoothing it to her skin, stepped into her skirt, black silk patterned with embroidered red and gold carnations, and tightened its cloth belt. She swung herself around to make the skirt billow and hang smoothly. She felt so aware of his eyes as she brushed her hair, attached her earrings and slipped the delicate gold cross on its thin. Ah….. Ki awaze nikal rahi thi fir maine blouse aur peticoat bhi nikal diya aur uski choot me ungal karne laga vo garam ho chuki thi fir maine uski bra uthari aur uske boobs chusne laga fir vo boli mere raja ab sabr nahi hota dall do apna land banalo mujhe apna fad do iss choot ko fur maine apna land unki choot ke muh pe rakha vo chilla uthi maine dhereee dheree dhakke lagata raha uski ankhoo me asoo a gaye vo chilla rahi thi main dalta raha ab tthidi der baad usko bhi maza anne laga ab vo ahh.