' My tone is soft and even. I can say, 'Come here, Tom!' and raise my voice; it doesn't mean the same thing. You can put embellishments into music, ju...t like when you're talking. Slurring words and notes together, adding an extra note just to make it sound better, or slightly change the meaning. 'Can you come here, Tom?'"That made sense. "Well, you speak really good with your violin!" I told Shannon.She practiced another half hour, and then said she was tired and was going to take a nap.I was. I laughed and kept my hands on her hips asshe arched her back and pulled herself back up. Spinning to me, sheteased me as she danced and nibbled on her finger and then leaned inclose to my mouth. Smiling she looked in my eyes, "Now it's your turn!"She spun me around and pulled me in tight to her so my ass, which I hadto stick out to keep standing on these heels, was pressed against her.Spreading my legs like she did, I nervously slid my hands down mystocking clad legs as far as I could go. I. Once all the players were assembled I sat back and watched the show.It started when one man walked up to her with a glass of champagne in his hand. She was sitting in a chair looking around the room and he said, "Hi babe, Chad tells me that you probably won't remember me, but maybe something that you and I liked to do when we were together will help jog your memory."He took out his cock, stuck it in the champagne and then offered it to her mouth. Greta looked over at me and I smiled and nodded. ’ Claire hold’s her cup between her hands, blowing on it, cooling it down. ‘I’ve a little bit put back into savings. Let’s play it by ear and see how things go. If things become too tight, maybe you could apply for welfare, but we’ll cross that bridge if necessary.’ Taking a sip, I nearly scald my mouth. ‘Ouch. That’s hot.’ She grinned. ‘Maybe I should do some of the cooking around here?’ ‘Don’t rub it in. I’ve done alright batching it.’ Turning serious, ‘Bear with me, I haven’t lived with.