‘Josh,’ Cecil said, still smiling that warm smile of his, ‘I don’t play anymore.’ A feeling like a piece of cold winter ice stabbed me righ... in my heart. Thoroughly confused, I blurted out, ‘But why not? Everybody says you’re the best guitar player they ever heard.’ ‘Because I can’t play anymore,’ he said, his eyes for a moment seeming to take on an aura of sadness. ‘Because of this.’ he added. Then he smiled again. Holding up his left hand, I saw two of his fingers were missing. His index and. He was about sixty five, graying hair, slim figure, impeccablydressed, a dashing figure if it wasn't for his age. Seated on the other endof the couch was a handsome man dressed in a military uniform, a Colonel ifshe read the insignia correctly. He looked to be in his late thirties, earlyforties; a quick look showed no sign of a wedding ring on his finger. In thechairs across from the couch sat the Chairman of the school, Michael's boss.She had heard rumors about him, though no one had every. Heather could feel the perspiration on her own forehead as well as Carol’s thighs. She reached a hand upwards, stroking the side of Carol’s tummy and waist. Heather’s tongue instinctively moved towards Carol’s clit and flicked at it gently. The action caused Carol’s body to involuntarily shudder. Encouraged by this, Heather’s tongue seemed to move of its own accord, rapidly working back and forth across that delicate sweet pearl. She focused all of her attention, licking, sucking, and. As she lay there, her chest rising and falling, I rolled the condom on with a practiced hand. As I was about to stick my rock hard cock into her pussy she opened her eyes and bit her bottom lip, silently telling me to hurry up. I was more than happy to oblige and thrust my cock as deep into her as I could, making Meg scream with pleasure as I started to build up a rhythm, slamming into her pussy with all the force I could gather. “Slow down cowboy, I wanna ride you like you’re my little.