Through the material, between my thumb and forefinger, and fondled it gently, feeling it grow harder at my touch. Karla bit her lower lip, and smiled ...t me, saying, "Your touch is very gentle, Allan, but I've always known that. Tonight's a little different, though."I moved my left hand down to the hem of her nightdress, lifting it a little, and I said, "May I?"I think you better," Karla said. Her voice was little more than a whisper, and she gently stroked the back of my left hand with her. Joyce looked up from her kindle and as our eyes met she jokingly answered back “Yeah right. I’m too old for fun or trouble.”I replied. “Oh you’re never too old for some type of fun or trouble. Right Richard?”With a mouth full of food Richard said, “Good luck with that. I’ve tried to tell her that.”Richard sc****d his plate clean, jumped up, grabbed his jacket and as he headed out the door said: “See you two in about three hours.”I heard the truck start outside as I slowly brought my coffee cup. I made her stand , pushed her hands upwards , pushed her Tshirt and bra upwards and left them stuck near her elbows. I had good clear view of her and I attacked her boobs with lot of passion. I bit into her nipples and boobs like a madman. Pamela asked me to go slow. I pushed her skirt and panties downwards. I stripped her completely , I threw her on the sofa and started kissing her from head to toe. My hands were also exploring every square inch of her body. Pamela’s hands were busy stripping. In all that time, I had rarely broken out my guitar during practice, and not at all during any live show. This was in spite of the fact that I was supposedly our number two guitarist. At first, the issue was that I simply felt I wasn't yet good enough. But some practice on my own, as well as some informal instruction from Inez, had brought me to the point where I might be considered competent. However, right now, there was another concern which was holding me back.My guitar had been a Christmas.