Then I see him walk by. I want his brown eyes to wonder all over my body. I want to wrap my arms around his sexy neck and broad shoulders and rake my ...ails down his back. I look down and realize I've been rubbing my thighs and my breathing has gotten heavier. I take a deep breath and control myself as I watch him hold the door open for his wife and their two kids. I know I should feel guilty but ever since I laid eyes on him two weeks ago I knew I had to have him, his family aside I need to. Mom stroked her hair and said Good Girl, hearing that gave Jan a pleasurable feeling. Mom led Jan back into the house and led her over to the couch and removing the leash told Jan to sit down. Mom then went up to her bedroom and got the spy cam and went down and sat next to Jan. Jan, in our conversation we had on the computer when we first met, you mentioned that you had thoughts of being wet and dirty. In a shy timid voice, looking down, Jan replied Yes I did.. Mom reached over and. What is your name, my dear?" Libby Morris, maestro." Do you play 'The Pathetique' too?"She nodded dumbly."Please play it for me, Miss Morris."She could hardly refuse and sat back down again. He patted her shoulder."I go into the auditorium," he said. "Wait a minute."She waited and then started. She was very nervous but as the piano responded to her touch she was swept up into the music and played it faultlessly.The company started to drift back chatting and laughing but as they heard Libby play. “I hope not,” answered Alyssa, her fingers stretching up and down the shaft. “I want to feel this cock inside me before I share it with anyone.”Alyssa stood up, cum still on her breasts and neck, then pulled me back to the tub. I sat down and she climbed into my lap, purring as she wrapped her arms over my shoulders. Our kisses were first quick, then longer as she began to writhe over my rock-hard cock. She pulled away from my mouth, now nearly squealing in delight as her hips rose and fell.