" I turned to Stacie. "Morry Stewart is a composer and pianist. Classical music. He's very good and, I believe, very famous."Stacie grinned. "Rachel's...a composer, too," she said. She was telling me all about her second symphony and how it's going to be premiered by the New York Philharmonic in a few weeks."I looked at our diminutive visitor with newfound respect. "I'm sorry," I said, "I had no idea."Rachel gave a musical laugh. "Why would you? I know that my music doesn't make headlines like. She also knew of the Horny Savages. She only wished that she would find a partner like Maria had found.After lunch, Nancy, Maria, and Jean tackled the dinner. Maria had planning the following: for the appetizer we would have Antipasto and Mozzarella Bocconcini; Whole leaves of butter lettuce with delicate lemon herb vinaigrette and Gravenstein Walnut Waldorf for the salad; for the soup, Curried cream of tomato soup; for the pasta, Cheese ravioli in pesto sauce; for the entree, Tilapia filet. Didn' stay long with me." So, what happened?" Oh, she's a cute one, that scamp. Now the darling of the drummer boys she is. Guess they're more her age than rascals like you, y'big bull with your grizzly beard and ferocious horn."I felt my face, trying to remember the last time I scraped it. "Is she now their pet?" I said."Oh yes, she has them right around her little finger. They's all doing her beck and call, and she's teaching them tricks in her bed night after night." You sound jealous," I. Without taking his cock from her mouth she replied “yes sir, I will” Her hands worked their way clumsily up his torso and unbuttoned his shirt, he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair pulled her slowly from his cock, when her lips met his he kissed her deeply, she returned the kiss but you could see the fear and disgust on her face, he walked her to the bed and laid back. He gestured to me to grab the camera that had been sitting on the dresser. Now I was the camera man of my own.