And now here she was, walking around her home doing random shit, wearing a short white tennis skirt that was just perfect for her legs and a white t-s...irt that clung to her and emphasised her small breasts. I could see her bra through it, and as small as her breasts were, they fascinated me. Add to that the sheen of exercise, not sweat, just a healthy glow, that she still carried with her. As she walked around the living room she would occasionally grimace and reach over with her right hand to. The music was having its effect too. Technically perfect, Timermat was pulling every last bit of emotion and melody out of the Chopin sonata without making it cloying or mawkish. She revelled in the beauty of the music and his performance.The sonata ended and Timermat rose from the piano stool and bowed. He stepped forward."Ladies and Gentlemen, yesterday I came here for a few minutes to get the feel of this beautiful piano and found a young lady playing the 'Moonlight Sonata' quite. I was ready though and had psyched myself up for this. I was not going to freak out. I watched as she sashayed into the bedroom from the bath and struck a pose.If I ignored the flutters in my stomach and my mental seizure at the thought of what she wanted to happen, and tried to look at things objectively, she was gorgeous. She was short, just a couple of inches over five feet, and had a very athletic shape. She had been working out with me, swimming religiously and you could tell.Her hair was. ”By that time, it was almost noon, which still gave us plenty of time before Latoya and the girls had planned on coming home. Megan stumbled a little as she took Jared by the hand and led us to our bedroom, with me following behind. I was so proud of the way Megan looked, with her huge DD tits swaying and jiggling in front of her and her trim body. It was surreal watching my petite wife, with her blonde hair and alabaster skin, walking to the bedroom hand-in-hand with my tall, muscular best.