Inside was his old acoustic guitar — a Fender knock-off that he'd purchased in a Heritage music store way back in 1977. Of course the Brogan guitar ...ompany — his official sponsor — had given him several high-quality acoustic guitars as well as five electrics, but he had never even opened the boxes they'd come in. This guitar was the one he'd always used to compose with, the one he'd always strummed for the sheer pleasure of strumming, for the thrill of making music, for translating the rhythm. . almost as much as his eating my ass did) and kissing up and down my neck back.... we are getting a pretty good thing going now and he has changed his position to more on top and pushing down.. almost sitting on my ass and i am lifting my ass up to meet his down thrust till his balls are slapping my ass and balls with each and every thrust i can feel his balls hitting harder and harder and this must be driving him into his final thrusts before he dumps is hot load deep into my ass... or so i. I don't think I have ever enjoyed atwenty second walk as much as that one, my petticoats swishing and my heartbeating faster and faster with anticipation of what was about to come. Now,once again I was surrounded by beautiful dresses hanging from everyavailable space in the shop, the difference being this time though, I wasalso wearing one myself.Standing immediately in front of the mirror, I closed my eyes once more andtook a deep breath. Then as I opened them slowly, Naomi lifted the veil. "I don't think... " Did I say you could talk?" I barked. "Undress for me, now."She stood up and removed her blouse and skirt while I held the phone and recorded her. She slowly undid her bra and dropped it on the floor, followed by her wet bottoms. She stood looking at me nervously as my eyes went over her slim, trim body. Her breasts were small but firm, her tummy tight and her pussy fringed lightly with neatly trimmed dark fuzz."Turn around for me," I said.She slowly turned her back to me..