It took the craftsmen some time to manufacture the pipes and some trial and error to get the various pieces the right size and shape so that the whole...sounded right. There was no shortage of reeds and no shortage of people who could play a tune on a simple pipe. No one however, had any experience of the technique required to inflate the bag and use it as a bellows to produce the continuous stream of air required for bagpipe playing.Several months of practising fixed that though and one morning. My husband is away again. I can see him with that girl Amanda, wondering what kind of life he has with her. I told Chris about my situation, he said he understands why I would want to stay. It makes me feel better about my choice. The day is perfect, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and I’m not nervous. Why would I be? This to me feels so right. We’ve decided to meet at the mall, a nice public setting. I know who I’m looking for, since I know what he looks like. He is even better. Pulling back gently, I couldn't keep the grin off my face. He smiled back. “Come back to mine.” It wasn't a question. * We walked back as it turned out Harry lived in a flat in the centre of town. My stomach was aflame with butterflies, and my head was light. I was absolutely petrified about what was going to happen. No-one had even seen me naked before, and I have to admit I didn't like my body one bit. I was thin, and long, and hairy without being covered. I was plain in the face, but most. I reached down and pulled the top of her dress, off her shoulders. She knew what I wanted; I wanted to see those wonderful tits. I love her tits. She pulled it off of them and exposed her DD tits to me. I said to her, “Damn, you are so fucking sexy.” Her eyes met mine and she pulled my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “Thank you baby, they are all yours for this weekend. Do anything you want to them and me.” Then she went back to sucking my cock, like she was cock starved. I had to.