As Tom continued, he felt her becoming wet and she flushed with embarrassment. He gently pushed her panties to one side and began tracing his fingers ...round her wet pussy, teasing her clit whilst stroking her thigh with his other leg. Holly quivered. She bit her lip to stop a small moan escaping. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to pretend it wasnt happening to her. Tom pushed a finger into her cunt and Holly jerked in surprise, almost losing her footing on the ladder. Tom, please dont. I. "Oh, my. It has to be my mother and my mother-in- law. Why are they so early? And I didn't even get time to talk properly to Alexander's parents last night, everything was so rushed. Just that 'hello', and 'I'm happy to meet you'. Heavens, I was never so nervous in my life."She opened the door, and as predicted the two middle-aged women were standing in the hall, looking anything but middle-aged."Good-moooorrrning. Your maids and helpers are here to keep you company, and to get you dressed in. "Let it fly, Doogie, ... just let it fly, son!" I instructed him.Alex gurgled and sputtered. Piss sprayed from the corners of his mouth like a leaky coupling on a kitchen faucet before he sealed it tight. His larynx and protruding Adam's apple darted up and down directing the golden flow into his sewer pipe throat.I wasn't impressed, but I wasn't appalled. To each his own in what turns him on. Besides, I chucked to the thought that he'd be pretty handy for a long-distance trucker to have along. Why?”“My friend Constance is a choreographer. She used to have a company. Local, but internationally known. But she had nervous breakdown. She hasn’t done anything since except teaching kids modern dance and choreographing my play. But it turns out she’s drawn some shows. One of them is about her own demons.”“Interesting.”“Yeah. And her idea actually inspired this woman composer she used to work with to create her best known composition. Even though it never got used for its purpose.”“And.