"I know it's not as good as a real piano, but for the time being it's the best I can do," he told her.She opened the case, switched it on and waited f...r it to be ready; then ran her fingers over the keys."There's a folding stand and some pedals to go with it," Tom said.She swung round, flung her arms round his neck and kissed him hard."Thank you! I was resigned to getting what practice I could at school," she said."We need to be getting ourselves sorted for the weekend," Tom said, "If you're. Either way would be fine. I 'm sure you'll get them dealt with in time for whatever deadlines the Chancellor wishes us to meet."George was disappointed by the mundane nature of Erica's call. Although he was on his knees dreaming of serving her, discussing tax forms wasn't what Erica's voice encouraged him to think of. Even so, it was, of course, what he was supposed to be doing for her. "Yes, certainly," he said. "I could drop by this afternoon if that's convenient. It shouldn't take me more. My head was bowed, although my eyes were closed. "Come," she said, "Come and see yourself." She held out her hand, and I reached out to it. Perhaps I was reaching out for sort of comfort in her hand. She led me from the front room into her bedroom. A wardrobe was in the far corner of the room, and she walked over to it, and opened the door. I gasped in shock at what befell my eyes. A mirror was on the door, and looking back at me was... an illusion. I looked at her feet, dainty patent leather. I began to pull at the nylon shorts and they slowly gave way to expose his creamy white flesh and black jock. I again buried my face again against the bulge this time working my way down to between his legs at the base of his balls. As my tongue hit the area where the fabric of the jock gives way to the flesh, he jerked as if someone had suddenly shot his body with an electric charge.I placed my hand under his buttocks and pushed slightly so that he rolled over onto is stomached and I removed.