My ... Lord!” Sammy said as she picked up the chocolate colored vintage Gibson ukulele. “My dad loves a good ukulele, and this, Cuda...”“May I...see, please?” Ms. Kharlamov excitedly interjected as she stood up from her seat. “You correct saying, ‘Oh my Lord’, Samantha. This gorgeous instrument is nineteen-sixty-two, ah ... no, it sixty-three Gibson Ukulele. In right hands, this will sing like...” Viktoriya’s words faded as she gingerly turned that ukulele in her small hands.“You have a superb. You’re a beautiful woman who turns me on. I’d like to explore the possibility with you.”Geena, also very serious now, said, “I’ve never been on a real date with a man. I’m simply not good with a man. You’re the first man I’ve ever known who has even expressed an interest. I guess I’m destined to die a virgin.” Of course, I had to respond, “Well, I’m no super stud with the women either. . . . too broke in college to pursue one and away from contact for those years in the navy.” This time, she. I waited, obedient as a mannequin, as Justine examined the view. I was Justine’s fuck-toy, to be used and abused as she wished. “I like this,” she sighed, bashing her bony hips against my bottom. The movement drove my cock down into the duvet. “What do you think, Petra?” I grunted satisfaction as Justine pumped my ass. “Do you like your new name?” “Yes, Mistress.” “I was thinking that you’d need a girl’s name if you really did let me fuck you… and you are letting me fuck you.” Her voice was. Dammit, she normally parked in front of the house, where we would have heard her pull up in plenty of time to stop and get our pants on, but for some reason she had parked in the back, and come through the kitchen to walk in on us. She caught me licking and sucking the cum off a friend’s cock on our living room couch. Albert, the boyfriend, had already given me my blowjob, and I was just returning the favor, when my mother somehow managed to park the car and get into the house without us.