People were leaning in for more than just the Pale Lady, they were leaning in to hear the two young girls talk about the famous cellist’s music. Som... had taken out notepads, and others had taken out cameras.Their pictures would be in the paper! Quotes taken out of context!Ashley’s palms started to sweat a bit, and she made her best fake smile.“It was beautiful,” she said. Something nice and quotable, right?The Pale Lady chuckled, and turned to face them completely. “It is rare to find the young. While my mom and my grandmom were in the kitchen cooking…Now from my seat on the middle of the couch you could turn your head to the left and see the kitchen and vice versa. So while I’m looking in the kitchen I can’t help but stare at my grandmom’s and my mom’s fat asses.My mom was wearing tight booty shorts that hugged her fat black ass so good. Then my grandmom had on black tights that hugged her ass so good you could slightly see her bright pink thong deep in her ass crack.So while staring. His fingers pushed in deeper, but she didn’t move, her hand going down and grabbing his cock, remembering exactly the correct way he had taught her to please him with her hand. It was like it was four years ago, the wetness between her legs soaking her panties with her increasing arousal. “GGGLLG,” she gagged, but her throat almost swallowed his fingers as they pushed to the back of her mouth, tickling her tonsils until she choked. He pulled his wet fingers from her mouth. “Let’s go inside. The following Sunday we made plans for her to come over and just hang out. Her schedule was to play piano in church until about noon and then go back to play some more piano for her youth group around 6 pm. Around 12:30 in the afternoon I had a knock at my door. It was her in all of her Sunday glory. A very pretty floral dress, sun tanned skin, and a very cute yet sexy southern accent. Her smile to this day still sticks out in my mind as one of the prettiest I have ever seen. Our talks.