If it was intentional, in order to keep me interested in the piano, it worked. After graduation, and my application to a music program in college, Mom...wasn't as pushy about keeping up with the piano. I was busy with my summer job and Mom seemed too tired to practice since she had more than the usual number of students whose parents pushed for summer remedial classes. It wasn't until the end of the summer, just before I left for college, that Mom left me with a memory that furnished my. . I Scooted the seat back and slipped onto the Floor the best i could as He took His Pants down and exposed His Semi Hard Cock and I Gave it a Few Strokes and asked if it was His First time doing something like this and He replied it was and with that I Was Determined to Give Him the Best Blow Job I Possibly could and Hoping the Best He's ever had ... He was a Young one but had a Magnificent Cock at a lil over 8 inches He said earlier in our Conversation and He didn't Disappoint at all it was. Eventually we said our farewells to those on the show and went back to the hotel suite provided by the producers and ate dinner in the dining room, we kept looking at each other and laughing with embarrassment."I can't take my eyes off you" he said with a smile, "You're gorgeous" You're not so shoddy yourself"We poured out more champagne, courtesy of the television company and toasted each other,"I'm not an angel you know mum" Say that again" I'm not an angel" No" I laughed, but I could feel. She shook her head in disbelief, opened her eyes without changing her expression. Laura watched, waiting for a reaction. It didn't come.It was a standoff. The two women remained silent, Sylvia looking down at the table, Laura watching, expressionless."She's not a whore," I repeated, wanting to stir some response from Sylvia. She looked at me, languorously, her eyes glazed and her lips quivering."I know she isn't." Sylvia looked adoringly at Laura as if she wanted to believe her own instincts.