“I used to want some of them big hooters, but I kinda like mine now that I’m older. I can’t see them anymore, but they sure feel good to me,” ...he laughed.I reached over and cupped one of her small breasts and gave it a soft squeeze.“Nice Iris, very nice. Just throw that shirt over behind you. When you get ready to go anywhere here, you holler and one of us will take you there,” I told her and pinched her nipple.Iris looks as good as Louise and Louise looks good enough to fuck. She’s already. My erection was obvious like a spike in front of jeans, and I had to force it down with both hands held in pockets before I could exit the restroom, and trudge carefully back to him, unable to ignore the swinging weight in my underpants. It beeped again as I approached him, walking like an alcohol victim with hands thrust in my pockets to hold it all down. My balls ached, stretched painfully in the ring. My cock ached, rubbing against cloth, trapped by hand and steel. He grinned. The rhythm is more important to me." Yeah," I laugh. "You vary it so much people sometimes have difficulty keeping up."She smirks. "You did well enough." She takes a sip, then regards me with her eyes. "You know, I have a few more concerts while I'm in town." Right. Cliffy set them up before he died."Lindsay nods. "I wish he could have been here to see them. He was good to a lot of musicians." Truly a patron saint of the blues." Yeah," she agrees. "And so many didn't even know who he was until. ”As he mentioned it I remembered and said. “If I was almost like you, I could do all those neat things you can, like making a sandwich without touching anything.”He sounded amused. “I am touching it, just not with my hands and you could do all these things as well, but you do not do to the training exercises I have given you. Your abilities are dormant and not active and that is a good thing. Releasing them uneducated could be fatal to you and your surroundings. Alice is a good example for that.