He had his middle and ring finger pushed into me, driving them into me as his palm would rub against my lips and pressure my clit. Abruptly, he took h...s fingers away and turned me around to face the wall. I was standing with my hands and forearms against the wall and my head turned pressing against it as I felt him stepping behind me, guiding his erection right into my pussy. Feeling him just enter me that way, the hot water cascading over our bodies, his hips grinding into me against the wall,. But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of doubt, they would berate him, telling him that Mozart was self-assure, he never second thought his own talents. They stole his childhood, robbed him from experiencing bruised elbows, scraped knees, fistfights, and catching fireflies in the summer with friends. He had no friends, except for those his parents allowed in the house. And then, those were other talented young musicians. He. Instead there was a queen-size double."Harry, darling, do you see what they have done?"He nodded dumbly overcome by emotion. Annette tore down the stairs, raced into the kitchen and flung herself at Deborah."Oh, Mum, darling Mum, thank you, thank you," and burst into tears. The other three parents smiled indulgently."We couldn't believe you had separate rooms at Llandudno," Deborah said softly winking at the others. "So, there wasn't much point in trying to keep you apart."Annette smiled. It took a long time, and I held her hand the entire time."I had fun," I told her as we got close to her house."I did, too," she said.We walked up to her porch and stopped before she went in."Next week?" I asked."OK," she replied.I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. When I pulled back, she was blushing, but she looked happy, so I leaned in again and kissed her lightly on the lips. I pulled back, smiled at her and said, "See you Monday!" and wandered home, happily.When I got home, Mom asked,.