There were the obligatory yearbooks, photos, newspaper clippings and stuff only I could savor but never had the time to do so. In recent weeks Ellen h...ad hand walked through many of the boxes, reducing by a half much of the rubble. And for weeks she had been asking (e.g., begging) me to spend time rummaging through my "stuff" and getting rid of anything not required in the national defense. Or something like that. I, like any normal U.S. Male, did not relish the thought of parting with some of. Those memories made me horny, so I slipped off to the lady’s room. I always carry a cucumber in my purse. I slid the cucumber in my pussy and was just beginning to enjoy the rhythm of the train running across the tracks. Bump bump bump. Then that damn voice again.“If you keep playing with yourself I will cum” It kept repeating itself until I heard, “I told you. Now I came.”I cleaned off the goo from the mirror and returned to my seat.We arrived in New York at Skankey stadium. I was in awe of. As I was playing it felt as if someone other then I was in the band room that day. Then two very slender arms reached over my shoulders and rested around my neck in a very delicate embrace. My hands froze over the keyboard. The sound faded from the piano and I heard the prettiest voice in the world in my ear telling me to keep playing. Gently I reached up and put my hand on the two hands embracing me. “Kristen I...I...I can’t believe you’re in here.” She broke her embrace and slid up next to. I could hardly have wished for a better starter than the feel of Louise’s lips brushing against my left cheek “Pete you are such a dear man, I feel so very lucky to know you and I so want to have you” she murmured looking so beautiful. “I closed my eyes and then we enjoyed our very first kiss, her lips moulding with mine and warming my whole being as we indulged deeper into the kiss which was lovely and burning and contagious. If ever I needed a woman I did then, I had never felt that way.