But, Michael struggled to come to grips with who, and what he was, and to regain some normality back in his life.Driving to Buckhead was always a pain...in the ass. He lived in Alpharetta and had to take Georgia State Road 400 each day. Predictably, there must have been a pile-up because as he got to Holcomb Bridge Road, traffic was at a stand-still.About 30 minutes later, he made his way through the toll-booth and sped up so he could get over to take the next exit, which was Lenox Road.Michael. Well I noticed a strange car in the driveway and decided I should go over and scope out what was going on. I let myself in thru an unlocked side door and found Jack Jr and two friends sitting on the couch. They were all three naked, stroking their cocks watching a porn movie on the TV. The coffee table was littered with beer cans. They were drunk and I gathered they were trying to not cum, almost like a contest of some sort. I was fascinated by watching these young men and horny too. One of. " If you are going to come along for the practices, you might as well join us." Katrina argued, "and if you wanted to introduce a classical piece to our repertoire you could sometimes play in order to give us a break between our playing and add a bit of variety." You can also look at the music David is rehearsing and practice the pieces and join us here at any rate," Fiona declared, "and then if you felt up to it you could join us in a performance."Though nervous about playing in front of. .." she said slowly, referring no doubt to the sensation. I continued this for a while, then shifted to the tops of her arms. She seemed to shift her weight toward me to give me greater access. I was so stoned, that the last thing I could have done was rush, but finally I shifted my weight to nuzzle her neck (which she seemed to lean into, giving the slightest hint of a moan.With trepidation, I shifted my fingertips delicately to my mother’s breasts. She shuddered, but did not move away. My.