"I always felt she had exceptional touch on the keys. I'll be frank, Richard: she was better than you, when it came to phrasing and playing with singi...g tone." I agree," Richard said candidly. "I admired her playing for that reason too." Indeed. You know, it's interesting. You seem to have moved towards each other in your styles. I could tell from the Liszt — your solo Liszt, not the comedy act — that you have really benefitted a great deal from Tertychnaya's influence." That was a poor. My wife didn’t even flinch she asked, “Can this wait until I’ve started dinner?”I replied, “No” and lifted her skirt, dropped her panties, and leaned her into the kitchen counter. She bent over and pushed her butt back at me as I slipped my hard-on into her. She was already wet and I slid right in. Why was she wet? Had she been thinking about me while I was gone? Did someone else fuck her before I got home? Had she been masturbating with the cucumber that she was washing off for the salad? Did. . the woman from lastnight!!! No, wait a minute, he didn't look like her, but he did appear tobe of similar build and age. "This can't be happening! What the hell is going on here!" he screamedwith a woman's voice.He slumped into the chair in front of the dressing table and continued tostare at his reflection with a mix of amazement and shock.He noticed a thick necklace - no, a silver metallic collar, around hisneck. His mind temporarily distracted from his predicament, he beganturning the. I had my jacket on, and my skirt pulled down as much as I could. I kept looking outside the window, without paying much attention to daddy. I had other plans for him that night. But, things took a different turn pretty quickly.It must have been going on for quite a while, but I only felt it quite late. Everytime daddy changed gears his knuckles would touch my bare knees. Soon, his arm began sliding over my thighs when he changed gears.I was amused, and rested my legs close to the gear box, to.