"I'm not famous, I'm just good. I can play every song Elvis knows and hundreds more. In fact, I can sound almost exactly like him if I want to, but I ...on't do that often," I said."I can't even imagine why you don't," he said."Hell, it's easy. I don't care that much for Elvis. That's why I don't imitate him much. Besides, I can actually play my guitar," I said."If you can sing and play as well as you're telling me, you should inform the honorable Jotalta Caldonton at once. Perhaps you should. “Nancy” had a very pretty face and her hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She could have had any type of body under that robe, but it didn’t look like she was your typical “tits on a stick” hot wife that was so prevalent here. I’m pretty good at reading people and frankly I was surprised to see her here. I assumed her husband twisted her arm to come and she was hesitant. I could be wrong though.“Well it’s obvious you have some nervousness, so if you want to talk it out a bit, I’m a pretty. His hands, that had always seemed so rough and callus, were now velvet on my skin. My hands fell down to his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, bringing him in closer to me. As his tongue parted my lips and found my own, I melted completely. I knew then there was no turning back. I felt a passion for him that I had only felt with one other person. There was nothing that would have torn me away from him then. He must have sensed my surrender. His kiss became hungrier and more urgent. Hi. I quickly let all my clothes fall to the floor, kicked them aside and joined Maria in the shower. We greeted with a long loving kiss drenched with the water from above our bodies tightly joined as the two lovers we were. We silently said hello and held each other tight. Our tongues were dancing from one mouth to the other. My hands were moving slowly up and down her back and beautiful butt. As we kissed I heard small moans escaping from Maria. She was aroused and was enjoying being held in my.