I had been a source of constant worry to my esteemed household since the day I first learnt to speak. It was not the manner of speaking I assure you, ...or some kind of ugly stutter. It was what came out of my mouth-a voice that was a bit deep, and a bit too loud to be considered the voice of a proper pretty lady in those days. No! stall your thoughts right now…it was my no means masculine, only not typical. My first music teacher heard me sing once for the very first time and shook his head in. I gave her a twenty dollar tip. She thanked me and said loud enough for my wife to hear, "You come again." At that price we could come every day and our bank account wouldn't even notice. We don't really go out or do much, so with both of us working we have quite a nice bank roll."We will, thank you," I told her. My wife turned and started walking out.Then the lady placed her hand on mine that was resting on the counter and quietly said to me, "You come for me, OK?"I stared at her for a moment. I guessed it was about 6 long but who cared about the length? I stared at it for a minute or so before I gently covered dad with the blanket. Then I heard his voice again, Louise, I have a big problem only you can help me with, and he removed the blanket and was holding his erection. At this point I was going to wake him up before this went too far. Then I looked closely at him and realized he was still sleeping, still dreaming of my mom. I could also see the tears rolling down his cheeks.. It gently squeezed then a finger and thumb took my rock hard and throbbing nipple and rolled and squeezed and pulled, causing me to moan.“You’re liking this aren’t you slut?” He said, rather than asked.I moaned again as he pulled some more.Then I felt a hand on my pussy.“At last.” I thought, and moaned again.The hand on my tit started getting bolder and rougher while the hand on my pussy started exploring.“Gawd she’s wet.” I heard a different voice say, a female voice, and I wondered if the man.