I did not think they would have noticed me sitting in the back of the bar, burying my nose in the Herald Tribune until the bartender parked an unsched...led campari and soda at my elbow. My presence was demanded at the table of the two ladies. It was hardly the kind of solicitation I would probably decline.Regina greeted me with a social kiss on the cheek. Virginia's handshake was firm, and her eyes straight as she looked at me. The similarity was striking. I could not help thinking of the old. Conscious of her proximity, I lifted my rifle off my lap and stood it up against the wall away from her on my left. When I turned back, she gave me a sad smile and took my hand between hers, placing one underneath and the other on top. Her touch was wonderfully warm, and the gentle caress of her thumb across the back of my hand was lovely. I don’t know how long we sat there, silently watching the pendulum swing of Tabitha’s thumb on my skin. It seemed like a while. I didn’t even notice the. "I see you have done as your told". You are wearing a short tight black skirt that just covers your bum. A pair of black stockings with high black heels. A white tight blouse with a black bra that's a size to two small so it squeezes your breasts. you can feel my hard cock prodding your arse as I pull your skirt up to see the matching black lace panties. I put my hand over your panties and rub your cunt over them. I can feel them getting soaked with your wetness and push the gusset in to you. By the time they sang the impossible “Emotional.jpg” it became almost too much of a good thing. No, I never had any doubt about their talent.It was all the lovey-dovey stuff that bothered me. These kids are nine years old. Nine. Not nineteen or sixteen or even thirteen. Nine. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to.