He wrapped his hand around my neck and gently squeezed. It immediately heightened all of my senses, and I started to feel the buildup in my groin, sig...aling another orgasm.“Harder,” I managed to squeak out.“Which?” he replied, not wanting to do the wrong thing.“Both,” I howled.And so he tightened his grip on my throat and started to fuck me harder. I could feel the base of his shaft push against me each time he thrust. I screamed out, the pressure in my loins having viscerally exploded.“God. .. I think you are?”“What?” She growled turning to look at me.“You say you aren’t the sentimental type and you have a couldn’t care less exterior but here you are helping me find my sister. There was a clear reaction when I talked about your sister as well!”I could see her grit her teeth as she didn’t say anything. I waited for a response but with none, I returned my focus to the road ahead. “We never had a father growing up.” She finally broke the silence. “My mother did her best but she. She is bringing two friends to visit for spring break, they all want to party in Dallas. They came to my house to stay and arrived on Saturday. They came in and got settled in, unpacked, ate some dinner and then went out. They did not return until about five am on Sunday morning and went straight to bed. About noon they were up and running around the house in just t-shirts. I loved it, nice perky tities, and cute little but and beaver shots. I made them a nice breakfast and we laughed and. . , turned out he and I had something in common. Like me, this guy was crazy about the old pop ballads from the '30's and 40's. A couple days later, he dropped by my room, a little cubby hole on the second floor."They tell me downstairs that you play Jazz Guitar?" he said, coming right to the point."Yeah. I play a little, but I don't know too many Pop Tunes. I just recently started trying to learn some stuff off of a Glenn Miller record. About all I know how to really play is Country Music.".