I really did not care. This was very exciting to me, to actually get acknowledged for something I had created. That day I did not care who saw me danc... around the living room doing the funky chicken. This 46 year-old was never happier.The song the record company was interested in was something I had written some time back called 'Your Eyes'. I had written it for acoustic guitar. The artist they wanted to record it was a young folk singer named Cheryl Conroy. She was a 23-year-old who had a. Her vagina became more wet as did mine. Our fingers began to move faster. Usually, I kept quiet while masturbating, but this time, it seemed hard not to let my breaths become deep and loud. We continued to finger each other until I could feel that waive coming. I knew that I was getting close. I began to feel my legs tremble, as the wave of pleasure grew closer. Suddenly, it hit like a bullet penetrating its target. I squirmed and breathed deeply as my sister continued to finger me through my. I turned to leave.“Hey,” she said. I turned around. She had lifted her shirt and was flashing her beautiful breasts. “Think of these in the shower.”I smiled and just shook my head. As I walked toward the bathroom, I heard my mom’s voice.“What the hell?” She never cussed. “Jack, come here, right now!”Shit! What was this about? I went to my room. My mom was holding up the thong that Carrie had given me the night before and I had put under my pillow.“What the hell is this?” she demanded. I froze.. We passed the four guards standing at the entrance to the house. They too saluted me.Megan calmly conversed with an elderly couple drinking tea. It looked like she had just sat down. The elderly couple regarded me nervously when we entered. I sketched a quick bow to them and addressed Megan, "My Lady, the pass will be opened for us, and he shall not bother you again. We will have to wait until tomorrow before we leave the city. I placed Steven's ducal ring into her hand and closed it so her.