“April tells me you want me to sing with her in front of lots of people. Michael, I don’t know if I can do that or not?”“Can’t you sing?” ...I asked.“You should hear her voice,” my proud sounding younger brother said, “Sing something for him, why don’t you, please, Mary?”I got up and sat in front my almost former keyboard, asking “What do you know, Miss Nicholas?”That made her giggle, as April handed her one of my songbooks to look through.“Can you play anything in this book?” she asked me.“Yes. Emily’s pussy was beginning moisten, in fact her panties were already a little wet. As her hand slid deeper into her jeans she whispered to herself, “you have changed, but I like it.” Emily stood there, her hand still in her jeans, rubbing at her damp panties. All she could think of was her older sister in the shower, the hot water running over her silky smooth skin.Without realising, Emily was now stood outside the bathroom door. She could hear her sister singing in the shower and calmly. ..Its Friday morning around 8am, my hubby (Dave) has already left for work when I wake to a message on my phone from Mark (The black guy) saying "Morning Gorgous, I'm back in the UK and want to see you, pack things for a few days and my driver will pick you up at 11am" I quickly reply then bounce out of bed feeling so excited to see him. I make myself a cup of tea and enjoy a light breakfast and busy myself packing a selection of clothes and lingerie in a couple of cases, a lady can never have. As she always did, Beverly ate her lunch at her desk while reviewing herfiles for the clients she?d be seeing in the afternoon. The morning?smeetings hadn?t been anything too strenuous, but had still required allof Beverly?s skill and experience, even though she had known all threepeople for a long time and had a loose connection to all of them even ina non-professional way. Beverly smiled as she thought of the communitythat many of her clients had formed, a self-styled ?Fellowship? built.