”“Sit down, you flirt you!”So, she never stopped the base beat, which I’m singing now, using the words, “Why, tell my why?”MARILYN “Why ...ell me whyyou hate me?Making you sing...all by yourselfWhy tell me why,the notes, just fly by?All the way – to the skywe’ll get high – while I lieOh, Why-yy-yy-yytell me why?”“Okay Richie boy – it’s your turn, open that brain up wide. ‘Why, tell me why, Why, tell me why’”...JOHNNY “Why tell me whythey want me?To sing ... and to danceand to laugh...Why tell me. I wandered around until I found a stairway that led up to the backstage area. I went up the stairs.At the top was a curtain. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the hall until I found a dressing room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the door. She wasn't there. I. My brother don’t know anything he just used to accompany my pranks. Uma aunty was also my mom’s friend. She was also married but I think she was very younger than my mom. She was a physics graduate from Andhra University. She was doing her PhD at home when I was first standard. She used to teach me Vedic math sometimes when I go her home. She used to give puzzles and asked me to solve them. Uma aunty doesn’t have any kids. Her Husband was a government employee. I was also close to Uma aunty as. I could see her gagging, but she couldn’t get enough of it. I took my cock out of my trousers and started to wank, because I was so fucking horny – the sight of seeing my boyfriend fuck someone else, let alone a woman was get my horny. You could see he was quite clumsy, but she soon took him under her wing as she straggled his cock, she gasped as she lowered herself on his thick cock, I could see it stretching her hairy lips to the max and she teased his cock, allowing it to pop out every now.