”Then Bec said, “She respects us, remember? I think she’s trying really hard not to mess up our relationship. She’s not going to always get it...right but I have to give her props for trying.”So we relaxed for a while. Then Tara and Liz turned up together to visit. They had come straight from school.Liz had some work for Bec to do. It was a copy of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, which Bec’s English teacher wanted her to read and do a report on. The report was to “encompass a discussion of the time in which. Now feeling his fingers idly caressing her bare ass, the youngster was getting hot and wet between her legs."Mmmmmmmmm," she mewled, dreamily closing her eyes. "That feels so good."Staring down at his lovely daughter's face, Martin could see her soft moist lips quivering with excitement as he continued tenderly caressing her cute young asscheeks. Suddenly too excited to know what he was doing, the man lowered his head and began planting hot wet kisses all over her sweet little ass."Oh, shit,. She had far too many details. She was Mark.Mary Beth wasn't a student. She had a job as a waitress in a bar off campus. She had been working there about three weeks. No one knew where she came from. Mark never saw his male body again. We heard of the police stopping him but he was Mark Hall, and he had all the proper ID. His fingerprints even matched.No one else believed Mary Beth was really Mark. Mark's parents searched for him for along time. Mark tried to convince them he was their son but. I think this started as a hobby; except I agree with you that their skill levels transcend what an amateur group would sound like. The topic of a demo disk was raised with them.”Beth continued, “You have that recording studio. I know how to work mixers and stuff like that. Would you let me work with them to record a few numbers and see what might happen for them?”“Sure. If I’m not around to let you in, ask Millie. She has keys to everywhere in the core as well as most of our homes. Maybe her.