Remember. Be thankful.”She put bow to string. I let my fingers play familiar basic chords and pickings that I wouldn’t mess up. I remember Mom and...Dad being fascinated that I’d chosen the mandolin to learn.Kara could tell. “That’s it,” she said. “Remember. Simple, let your fingers play, let your heart feel...” She returned to playing along with me for a bit then, “Watch my fingers and follow me.”That’s a little harder, but I do remember violin fingerings from orchestra all the way through high. She was moaning loudly, chanting my name softly as I pinned her to the table at her hips. Looking down at her from behind I decided to have her ass. I commanded her to an orgasm, and when her convulsions had subsided I popped my cock from her pussy and pressed the head to her rosebud. Stiffening, she put her palms flat on the table, lifted her body up somewhat and twisted her torso to look me in the face. "No, lover, I don't like it that way. Please, please, please don't put it in." I looked. Then I realized how hard I was getting. So I blew him more and more vigorously.He woke and pushed me off, not knowing what was going on. He was sitting on the couch, still rock hard, while I'm on my knees between his legs. I told him about my brilliant idea.And he LOVED IT!!!He had little time to go out and pick up guys, so I became an easy lay for him.Anyway, I take him back into my mouth and start caressing his balls as I sucked him deeper and deeper.He grabs the back of my head and starts. This private time that they needed together was explained to me right at the start of my employment. If there was a problem with the baby I was to call them on the phone, they had another phone line in their bedroom. After the baby was put to bed they would lock the door to their bedroom and spend an hour or two together, while I watched TV and listened to the baby's intercom if he woke up, which he rarely did. He was a very good baby, he slept almost the whole night and rarely ever cried. I.