The dress didn't look as tight as itfelt, but it was still comfortable.The soft, slow music started up immediately after the screen at the backhad gon... dark, and a spotlight shone down upon me. When I started softlysinging the first words of Petula Clark's 'Downtown', there was some softclapping around the hall. This seemed like an appropriate song to besinging just off the Theatre District, and the crowd seemed to agree.This song was much older than I was, and I had never even heard it. " "And David, give her some space."Mum woke late looking exhausted, but when the phone rang she sprang up after talking, all bright and breezy and announced "James wants to take us on a picnic" "Who wants to go?" Jo immediately answered "No thanks, David is going to help me sort a whole lot of colour swatches." I could have burst with temper but decided to stay quiet. I did spend a nice day with Jo. She spent time cuddling to reassure me that my mother was OK. Mum returned at about 10pm. "Late. She was wearing just a pair of white bikini bottoms, with no tits yet she had no need of a bra. With a smile she jumped down into the pool in front of Tony, laying back in the water with her hands on the side-rail she carefully placed one foot on each shoulder. She wriggled her bottom until his prick was caught tight in the V-groove between the top of her thighs. He could feel the soft, warm, wet skin along the sides of his penis, and the hotter smooth taut fabric across her cunt pressing hard. "Who's commander Jackson?" She asked."What" "Who's commander Jackson?" An army ranger commander why" He just called to say your in" she started tearing up."I applied but didn't think I'd make it" Well... You did"she said and started sobbing "please don't go! Your family owns a multibillion dollar security firm, work there. Just please don't go it's too dangerous!" She pleaded with me. "I have to babe, this is what I want to do, something meaningful" she left and went to her room and didnt come.