When the flow stopped, she let go of my cock. "That was fun," she giggled."Hey, you're not done yet. You have to finish the job." What? I don't know h...w."I took her hand and returned it to my cock. "Put your index finger underneath and your thumb on top right at the base. Now squeeze at little and pull the skin right to the tip."She did what I told her and let out a surprised, "Oh," when a few more drops came out."Now shake it to get the last drop off of the tip. That's it. Good, now you're an. "Nan was boob city.Nan was responsible.Nan had a really good job, because she needed to feel like she was "contributing to the greater good."Nan didn't need to work.Nan was old money.Mom really liked the old money part. Mom was a "climber."Jo is the bride I got.Jo is "plain."Jo is ... east Kentucky hill folk, in Child Protective Services, living with her Uncle, cursed with unusual siblings, the daughter of a drunk Baptist preacher, short and still in high school. Jo is poor, flat-chested, and. She smiled and asked me would you like to touch them.It was like a dream come true. I was waiting for this chance for all my life. I simply nodded my head.Then, she removed her pallu and asked me to touch them on her blouse and bra itself. I touched them, it was so soft. That was her right breast.She started to moan slowly.Ah. I removed her saree and I started to undress. I removed my shirt and pant. In the mean time, she also started to undress. She was standing only with her black bra and. I bowed, waved to the audience and left the stage.My parents were almost jumping out of their shoes when I reached them. My Mom had tears streaming down her face and I’m pretty sure my Dad was crying, too. Miss Miller had a smile on her as big as the state of Texas. They all hugged me.“James, I’m so proud of you. You have become such a good pianist,” my mother cried.“James and I need to go back to the hotel and talk about his performance while it’s still totally fresh in both our minds,” Miss.