But when I saw what you were wearing theother morning it was a major surprise but it also brought back memoriesfor me. And it seemed to reawaken those...feelings and urges I had when Iwas a teenager. So I was curious and went up to your room and lookedaround. And I found everything. In your dresser drawer, in your closetand even the nylons you had drying in your shower. And it just hit me.Those exact same urges that I had many years ago as I was standing inyour room handling all of your pretty. .................next she pulled on her sheer white wedding Basque that had been freshly laundered following her last session she caught a faint aroma of piss still on it as she pulled the ribbons tight on the front, her cunt (as it was now) moistened further.On went the denim mini, and sheer white blouse, white stilettos completed the whore look and she looked in the mirror happy and turned on by what she saw. He would be up from down stairs and then soon they would go out and she would be fed. We must have talked for a couple hours. I made us sandwiches. You made us bowls of ice cream. We repaired back to the living room and sat back in our places. ‘Please play for me,’ you said. Every songwriter loves to play — and I was playing for a dream-audience — a very pretty girl at that. It was after midnight. I pushed the piano chair back a bit and picked up my guitar. I began to play you the lullabies I’d written years ago for a girl I knew when I was your age. Never recorded – seldom. ”Carol gave a wan little smile in no-one in particular and started walking towards where I was standing with her daughter. She put her arm out as if she was going to usher Emily upstairs as though nothing was out of the ordinary - nothing to see here folks. John glanced up at his departing wife’s back, saw Emily again, and flushed a dull shade of red. He looked away quickly, but I could see that he was ogling her out of the corner of his eye. I didn’t blame him in the slightest; his daughter.