Meine baton hi baton mei uska hath pakad liye aur dance ke liye offer kiya.Shanvi bhi pura mood mei aa gayi thi.Pehle toh humlog thori door mei khade ...oke dance kar rahe the,par acanak meine usko apni aor khicha.Uski patli kamar pe mera hath tha.Aur uski ankho mei ankhee dale mei dheere-dheere romantic dance kiye jaa raha tha.Kabhi mei uske baal sawarta toh kabhi dheere se use gale laga leta.Shanvi bhi dheere-dheere mere karib aate jaa rahi thi,woh bhi mujhe apne pyare bhare nazro se niharte. Connie (jokingly?) asked "are you trying to boff my husband right in front of me young lady?"Dina jumped off like I had goosed her and spluttered "Connie tried to reassure her "I was just kidding about the boffing thing but we are married. Age has nothing to do with love you know."Things got even more complicated after that. Somehow word didn't get to Angie and she walked out of the house as naked as we were.Of course, all three of our guests were in her music class. It was their other good. “I can do anything when I want to!” she said returning the smile with a little smirk. We entered her room, making sure the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign was on the door and she placed the glasses on the desk with the bottle of wine, and placed the bag with the samples on the bed. She turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and said, “I’m going to be your little slut tonight” and kissed me very passionately. I wish I could tell you that I anticipated a night of fucking and had taken my little blue. I was hearing Rory Gallagher's sliding fingers and the busy fingers of Frank Zappa. Gary Moore had to show up in my head with his flying fast fingers, of course. I heard the screaming rock of Randy Rhoads and how Kurt Cobain was always making fun of something. I was surrounded in the studio by greatness that was forever lost to the world, but would never be forgotten. I was listening and playing all their styles as they were the ones I learned from. All these ghosts were having fun with me in.