The men sighed and the bidding climbed.Her brother and step-mother were at that moment fucking each other senseless in Bogot‡ where they had flown o... the company Lear jet, a plane encumbered with liens and no longer their property. They had no intention of ever returning to face the music. The pilot was face down in a backstream near the airport. They sold the plane to a drug cartel and it vanished into the jungle.Glory closed her eyes as she rotated from the hips, writhing and pushing out her. And, it didn’t feel that bad, to her, either.The next song started, and she turned, and sat in his lap. She could feel the mass of his hard cock, pressing into her rear. It felt sexier than shit to her. She leaned back against his body, feeling his hot breath on her neck. Once again, on impulse, she reached down and took his hands and placed them on her breasts. That was all it took. He squeezed and rubbed and loved on her tits for the next few songs. It felt good to Cheshire. She decided she. .. not this time."Karen smiled. She understood. "Oh? Are we fucking a jealous young girl these days, who might get suspicious?"Laura gulped, then nodded, feeling ashamed, as if she were betraying Karen.Karen's dark hands and long, sinous black fingers gripped Laura's naked white breasts, toying with Laura's nipples. She pinched them, and water came to Laura's eyes."Ouch!"Karen bent down and kissed Laura, still playing with Laura's breasts, sticking her tongue deep into Laura's mouth. "Just for. Someday maybe you'll learn to play the guitar half as well as Cecil Mundy plays, "my Aunt Patsy said, giving me that little understanding smile of hers.The legendary Cecil Mundy though gone... is everywhereAt home later that day when my father came in from the fields I was on him before he could even wash up for supper."Dad, have you ever heard of a guy named Cecil Mundy?" Oh, you mean, Cecil Mundy the Guitar Player that used to play in the same group as your Aunt Patsy."Well... yeah... Son, I.