"That's right. That was someone else."Lisa asked, "What happened to Alex and Alyssa?"Brianna said happily, "Their dad is no longer yelling at them or ...heir mom. He's being nice." Oh, really? How did that change happen?"Brianna looked at me which drew Lisa's eyes to me."Uh..." said Brianna. "We don't know."Lisa said, "I do know you helped me, Sam."I stared at her. What did she say?She said, "I overheard you and Brianna talking about it."Brianna butted in. "He won't even tell me how he did. Then I started in on Mom’s tits. At first she was shocked and then she was upset. She tried to reason with me but I punched her tits anyway.Mom started to accept it as a way of life like my sister had all those years. Well she really didn’t accept it, she more or less tolerated it and tried to reason with me.I started telling her what I wanted and she would do it. At first I would ask her to fix something for dinner and she would. Then I told her to stop wearing a bra. I would punch Mom’s tits. He continues to do that as he reaches one hand around my front and under my skirt, moving it towards my pussy lips and clit, rubbing softly, I can't help it and a small moan escapes, I quickly bite my bottom lip and try to hold any further noise in but the man heard it and starts to rub a bit harder and faster as his bulge pushes into me faster. The hand he was using to hold up my skirt disappears and I can't feel him pressing into me anymore, but just for a few moments, soon I can feel more. .” I said as I struggled to put that name together with guitars.“Look inside the body, Mike,” Sammy said as I examined every inch of the guitar.“Sweet Baby,” I softly said as I read the information plate. “Sweet Baby ... Taylor. This is a James Taylor Acoustic? Oh! My lord!”“That is a limited edition, Presentation Series, Grand Symphony Guitar,” Katie Labatt said.“The body is made from Macassar Ebony and Sinker Redwoods,” Sam’s dad said as I handled this instrument with great care. “This Grand.