’ I asked why so. Fry smiled and answered ‘you tell me dear, why would I wont allow them wear any panties’ I said a bit blushing ‘hmm so that ...ou can fry them anytime’ I laughed blushing looking down. Fry ‘hahaha thats a perfect guess’ Me ‘but am not your girlfriend to get fried’ I laughed. Fry just looked at me and quietly said ‘comon remove your panty’ Me ‘oh comon, I was not joking, seriously’ Fry ‘seems you didnt hear me Sheela.I said remove your panty’ Me ‘oh now here, please you dont want. Play this through once to see what I'm thinking. You might even want to use a slide on it."After picking through the piece the first run through, followed by playing chords the second time, I began to get the feel, sliding to the next sustained note while picking the next bar, pulling and tugging strings. By the fourth time through, I was lost. The piece had some neat catches in it that made you keep reading the music to get the nuances of the tricky rhythm. As I played, I heard the keyboard. Comments and emails are, of course, always welcome.StoryI first met my wife, Sally Trubshawe, as she then was, in the late 1960's. She was teaching gymnastics and geography at a small but select girls' boarding school in the southern counties of England. I was at that time a uniformed policeman. In fact, I was the village beat bobby. We met at the local squash club and I was immediately attracted to her. She was petite, dark, fit, sporty and very sexy. Luckily for me, there were no other lady. Today she was looking really sexy in a wet shirt tied in front and clinging to her body (sometimes girls look sexy with clothes on). Her skirt was hiked up and I said “I wanna fuck you here” She said “ready for you dear” and I climbed on her and straight away pushed in and started stroking.We wanted some more variety and got up and went to the rocks. It was merely drizzling now. Her shirt was open now and we moved to a spot which was muddy and with a fallen tree. She wanted some wild sex and.