She had obviously takena better look at me and seen I was a guy. "I'm ... sorry... Do you ...um... folks need anything?" I was as red as I could pos...ibly be."Yes my husband would like to try on some of your shoes and he's notwearing stockings," my wife replied. "Do you have any footies we coulduse?" Of course," she replied and headed off quickly to get a pair. Shereappeared in a few seconds with a pair of little nylon footies. "Hereyou go... sir." She went back to the counter.My wife had. "Whatever, but you know I would never do this for him, I'm only doing it because you want me to." Andrea knew I was shy around people I didn't really know, for example, her dad. I had only known him for about 3 hours in the airplane, and even then, I had only said a few words. Andrea told him I was shy around new people, and after that, he didn't really say anything to me. I rolled my eyes as Andrea let out an excited squeal. "You won't regret it! I promise!" She said with a smile. "Let's. I could feel that she was very damp between her legs and I carefully eased her knickers to one side to allow me to slip a finger into her. I’m sure I could feel some of Gary’s cum still in her. She gasped moved and gently pushed back onto my probing hand.Emma then went on to say that earlier that morning Gary had suggested they fuck in our bed. Emma said she had been against the idea, but Gary persuaded her and they had fucked with Emma laying on the end of our bed and Gary standing on the. I moved from a place where I could do a bit more than rudimentary scales on my banjo to where I actually knew what I was doing and I had to fake a lot less, not having to trade as much Earl Scruggs for Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Jo and I and the music bunch that met off campus had some pretty spirited discussions as we learned that there's a solid line between a bluegrass banjo roll and a Mozart arpeggio.So we're on the path to what may be my first and only appearance on the stage in a concert.