“You better get them clothes off if you want to come in here” said the woman. Annie looked around for somewhere to go to undress and was immediate...y transfixed by the young man, who she now knew as Jack, who had pulled his boots off and was unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his jeans. He then pulled his shirt over his head and next to go was his grubby pants and she was gazing at a man of what she estimated as about twenty years of age absolutely naked apart from a pair of grey socks!. “Listen,” he said, “I know you can sing the notes. So why do you give me no passion? All the pictures we see of Ludwig make him look angry. I know. Angry - not sexy. We know little or nothing of his sex life.” He paused. The male members of the chorus looked away, one or two of my colleagues giggled quietly. “Or do we? Of course we do, and I will tell you how we know. What you are singing is Schiller’s Ode to Joy, isn’t it?. So think what gives you joy. Real joy. Then sing again for me and at. Then he said, ‘Isn’t that Mrs. Clark?’ So I said it was. He asked me where I got the video and I told him how it happened.”“My God,” I gasped, but inside me my pussy began tingling big time again. “So what happened then?” I asked.“My dad yelled for my mom to come into my room and see the video. Then he got behind her and was hugging her and kissing her neck and he told me to play it again, from the beginning. So I did it, and as they watched it I could feel my cock getting hard again and it. Her shoulders slumped and with almost wooden motions she reached behind her with both hands and unclasped her bra. With just the slightest of hesitations, she slowly let the bra straps fall down her arms before pulling the cups off of her breasts and placing the bra on the table. Her hands quickly shot up to cover her now exposed breasts. If it was possible, her face was an even darker red than before."Now Becky, how am I supposed to be able to compare your breasts to the ones in the photo if.