With my eyes closed, I know it is you who “quickens the pace of stroking with your hands and smothers my cock with tender kisses”.Hopefully, when ...our eyes are closed, when I “caress your cheeks with my thumbs as I gently hold your face…”, it is as meaningful to you as if I were there with you in reality. Perhaps its even more meaningful as the kiss is, “so soft, so light, so delicate and so intimate” within your mind. It certainly is all that and more in my mind as I recall how you were. "There was silence. "No!" No?" Hey remember who is helping who here?" I said no because who is paying who here? But what I meant was, we'll discuss it and then I'll probably do everything you tell me to do." I felt that we were going to get along just fine. There were three bedrooms on the second floor and two baths. I put Cindy in the back and nicest one and told her to use the bath that went with it. She acted now as if it were her due. Being employed by her--would that give her the right to. We did our set and did some jam sessions then hung around late with other folk people playing and talking. We did some drinking too. The two folk ladies that played before us were there also. These two ladies looked like "Dr. Laura" if you know who she is. Their names were Beth and Kate. They were not bad looking for their age but still old enough to be our mother. The next day, Saturday, those ladies played with us and it was a big hit. We played several sets during the day and then late into. Delia saw Leila hiding her face and wasn’t pleased. She stepped behind Leila, gathered the black locks in her hands and pulled them away and forced Leila’s head up. “Do you want these men to fuck you?”Leila looked at Nathan’s friends and then focusing on one, said in a dull monotone, “If they want to, I guess so.” Delia was tempted to press Leila for a more assertive answer, but was interrupted when one of the guests said, “Alright!” He stood up, stepped into Leila’s face, reached for her pussy.