”“Miss Gallow, please go on, how did he help you play under stressful conditions?” “The first month of practices were not too far out of the o...dinary. I played a lot. I played every piece he threw at me. He told me that I played very well, but I needed something more. I needed to be more confident and feel secure about myself. He suggested I should feel sexy.”Closing my eyes, I remembered the first practice and how the atmosphere changed as I went on. “One day I came to practice right from. I told her about things I'd done to her to make her mad. I talked about vacations we had taken, and stuff that had happened on them. One of my favorite memories was of her and me in the way-back of the station wagon on long trips, with stuff packed all around us while we were lying there supposed to be sleeping. Our parents traded off driving on long trips, and we went non stop so there wouldn't be motel bills. At night, lying back there, it was a magical world with the only lights coming from. I lick my hands then wipe them on the grass to remove the stickiness from them, I reach down and run my fingers through you hair..As I do so, my juices are made to flow even faster from my pussy, you grunt with pleasure as you taste it mixed with the mallow that you’re working hard to lick up. From between my smooth thighs, you reach up your hands to my nipples and twist and turn them, driving me out of my mind with desire with the double-play. You are alternately sucking my little clit,. Hard as I tried, I didn’t seem to be able to ease her anxiety. As I was starting out on the journey that led me to Haida Gwaii, I’d gone and met my ex-wife and the two boys and had done some to fence mending. My wife and I had talked on the phone several times and she was aware of the situation around Jennifer and that I had proposed.The air trip was, as most trips are, uneventful thoughtis seems we spend more time getting on and off the plane than we do actually flying. Once we were on the.