Running her hands down her slender hips round to her back side she twisted and turned while inspecting herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe h...w beautiful she looked. Her hair was still damp but beginning to bunch up. Her modestly applied make up highlighted her blue eyes and perfect lips. The dress did her cleavage justice…or maybe it was the corset. She didn’t even know she had cleavage. The low hem line of the dress wasn’t overly long. Slightly shorter then she liked coming to a stop. "Don't moan," he warns, stopping his slight pressure before making a motion as though to stop everything he's doing to me. I tense under his arms and immediately grab his hand―the one inside my panties and on my pussy―over the panties, knowing just as soon that I made a big, terrible mistake. "Tell me you don't like it," he growls with great passion in his voice. "Tell me that you don't like it and I'll leave you alone." It's said with a very persuasive tone, as though he's got me. After kissing and stroking each other for around 20 minutes we both parted and she disrobed me and exposed my front side completely. She started to caress my hairy chest and then bent down and started to suck on my nipples as she kept playing with my dick which was getting harder and harder. I got my hand under her and kept playing with her boobs. She sucked on my nipples and kissed her way up and again we kissed each other. I removed her nighty from the sides and exposed her boobs for myself.I. Bobby played one of his songs, he called it a rock song that sounded good on acoustic guitar as well. His voice was soft and frail but fraught with emotion and sadness. The song ended with the two just enthralled with Bobby’s playing and before they had a chance to clap or say anything he started another song that rang out with intensity and brilliance, an instrumental gem that ended with the sweet ringing of harmonics on the tips of Bobby’s fingers. Peter and Yvette wowed and praised Bobby,.