‘I don’t remember a time when I didn’t,’ Nate replied. He stretched his hands out over the keys, flexed them, and began to play. ‘I began on...the piano before I could read. I was seven when I begged my parents to let me learn guitar too. They insisted I learn classical guitar first – the electric guitar and the drums didn’t come until almost high school.’ I watched mesmerized as his fingers moved up and down the keys, beautifully, confidently, playing out a piece of classical music I was ashamed. They were very pale,soft, with surprisingly red-brown nipples that pointed slightly upward. As Iwatched, the nipples drew tight, rising up until each of them looked a gooddeal like a small strawberry ready to be plucked. A tingling ran over me.I reached up and brushed a finger across the right nipple. The sensation wasso sharp that I fell back with a moan. Hair fell down in my face, and I shookmy head to clear it. In the mirror was a beautiful, almost naked woman with aface that was mine, only. ’ Jillian giggled. ‘This one’s got a sidecar,’ he smiled, ‘I think they made it for when you need to give a little girl a ride and you don’t want to have to be afraid that she’ll fall off or burn her leg on the exhaust. It’s still a little dusty, but it does run and I was wondering if you’d like a ride this evening.’ She gave him another of those moments where he fell in love with her again right there, just for the way that she looked at that instant. ‘Oh Josh,’ she sighed in a quiet little. " It is more of a purr than a request, so I reached into my pants and take myself in hand, as I sit. I gently stroke myself as my other hand reaches below to feel my shaved balls and beneath. I can feel both of their gazes on me as I make an effort at small talk.I raise my hands to my nipples to pull on them gently. I can feel my own excitement rise as I stroke myself to my full hardness. I rise up and remove my pants and my shoes. As if on its own, my hand slides down to massage my balls and.