"Let's see what Maria says," Jarrett chimed in. "She indicated that she would rather have the power down there, than not."Maria finished the short mov...ment, and Dave invited her to come up to the control room."Richard's a pianist," Dave said to Jarrett."Really? Wonderful!" Jarrett said. "Do you know this piece?" he asked."No," Richard admitted."Well, I would have been surprised if you did." What is it?" Richard asked."It's a piano sonata by Candace Kramer," Jarrett said."She's the composition. I am 4 feet 11 inches tall. I have short eye catching white hair. My chest a sore spot for me. I don't consider myself flat, But I definitely fall within the A cup size. If I have a proud part it would be my supple yet firm butt. It makes it hard to wear tight jeans and short skirts can get risky. I have a nice firm stomach, but it isn't muscular. My eyes are a deep ruby red. I am incredibly pale due to certain factors. I also never grow body hair. I typically wear slightly Gothic or Pastel. ’ As we made our way through the crowded restaurant, our fingers played a love game of their own, uncontrollably stroking, tickling and caressing each other as the tension increased. Near the exit, I spotted a small glowing sign, [Rest rooms] it proclaimed. ‘In here,’ I whispered, glancing around quickly before pulling her into the empty men’s room. ‘Here,’ I whispered nearly losing my voice, ‘Into the stall.’ I closed and latched the door pulling her hastily to mo. Our mouths met in frenzied. He really seemed to get the balance right, he loved me like a cousin, but he fucked me like a whore, I loved it, I loved Liam. He rammed that thing up me so far, I was sure I would taste the flavours of his cum once more in my mouth when he blew. He drove into me for quite some time; I was so exhausted again, absolutely knackered. He was just so strong, full on beans, well still full of masses of cum, I hoped. My head was in a stupor as I thought to myself, ‘Not another orgasm.’ It seemed.