"What about a top?" I asked."Take off your top and let's see how that looks," Wilma demanded.I did as she said. She directed me to move in different w...ys. I did as she said and as I moved around lights flashed. I had been moving for fifteen minutes when she said, "Okay, we need to do something for a top. I'm not great at this, but I can do body paint pretty well. It will wear off after a couple of showers. I hope you don't mind." I don't think I have ever done it, but sure why not," I. That was the last word I wanted to hear from Mrs. Remington.Sexy, manly, stud. Any of those would have been great. Not adorablethough. Being called that was a nightmare. To make things worse the jeanswere as tight as the t-shirt and panties, the chafing and rubbing neverletting me forget what I was wearing.I swear she was enjoying herself. Mrs Remington showed me round thehouse, taking multiple stops to make me bend over and lift things, oglingthe way the jeans stretched across my rump. Later,. She asked me to fuck her hard. I laid her down on the bed and removed her cloths and next I stripped myself. I straight gave my cock into her mouth. I held her head in both my palms and stroked several times. I enjoyed the feel. Just before I was to release the cum I removed my cock out and turned to 69 position. She took my cock once again into her mouth and some times my balls into her mouth. I was firm on her pussy and licking it. We did that for almost for 1/2 hour. By then she splashed her. While we were chatting, he mentioned he was always looking for new, original compositions for his 'real' band, a 39-piece orchestra that was currently between tours. I told him about my roomie Mary and the competition she had won. He smiled and told me to have her send him something to read. After getting the name of the hotel he was staying at, I excitedly dashed home to tell Mary."Who?" She asked, again, her gray eyes big and round."I never heard of him, either," I explained, dunking a cookie.