Let’s go make music.”So we did. And we were good. The violas tight and precise, the strings melded beautifully.She was better; confident and absol...tely in control. Her opening chords were noble and passionate – just the right balance of lateral movement with pressure, so her tone was warm amidst the tragic tired post-War lamentation of the first movement. Her spiccato semiquavers in the second movement flew off the bow like sparks, like butterflies, like fireworks. The last movement didn’t. Diana felt so helpless, like a rag doll as these very horny men used her milf whore body. She could now feel three mouths groping, slapping, pulling and hungrily chewing on her massive tits and another mouth joined the mouth between her legs as two guys eagerly lapped at her increasingly wet slutty pussy.The real angry guy skull fucking Dianna grunted deeply as he held his cock and balls deep inside her milf slutty face and pumped his balls down her hatchet. Poor Diana, really had no choice. .....nowthe dress and i'll zip it up.......gloves next."She then put the collar on me locking it tight and the hat the way shewanted it worn."Walk around dear, let me look at you. You look fantastic in this outfiti had special made just for you on this occasion. Margret will be heretoday for dinner and a visit i have planned just for her. This will beyour meeting Margret for the first time and i hope she leaves tonitehappy and fulfilled, depending on you of course. And i am counting on youto. ’ ‘Only that you didn’t tell me, you rat!’ Tina shot back smiling. ‘Tell you what?’ Sarah asked, ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Stan and Mom have been doing the Horizontal Mambo for a couple of weeks,’ said Tina off handedly. Sarah looked at Stanley with a look of amazement and said, ‘You and Mrs. Torpedowicz? Wow!’ Whatever changes her opinion of Stanley had gone through up to that point got set in stone and raised two notches with the news. ‘Wait a minute,’ said Stan addressing Tina, ‘you’re calling me.