When we finished eating, we turned our eyes toward the music that hadgathered us together. I was excited to play my new song for them, and justas exci...ted to hear what they had for me."Where should we start?" I asked."How about we play what we have first," Jason said. "If you like the songswe can give you the sheet music to learn them. Then we can spend most ofthe time finishing your song." Okay," I agreed. "So what do you have?" We wrote most of these songs a while ago, so don't think we're. "Do you want me to tell her? Or do you want to tell her?"Lissa pondered for a while. Shrugged. "I don't know. I have an idea but I'm not going to tell you yet. I might think of something better." Well, I'll let you run things," I breathed, almost glad to relinquish control. "I should warn you though ... your mom is, uh, charged up."Lissa laughed, getting my point. "What happened? Did she get you naked?"Of course she knew her mom's plan -- her mom had told her earlier. So I just nodded dumbly. ..so she always came up with something clever. We met through work, at a popular pizza place, a few months earlier. We instantly hit it off. She was boisterous and direct talking. I was sarcastic and talked a bigger game at work than my timid shy self outside of it. She was perverted just like me and the stories she told....well, they got me erect more than once and I did masturbate thinking of Debbie and her adventures. She wasn't shy, always coming up from behind me as I worked and hugging. All the guys at the barbershop said she was a first-class piece and their friends agreed. I knew from usin my sisters that a lot of screwin didn’t hurt a pussy none even if’n it weren’t always my meat. So I figured if a woman was fuckin around she’d appreciate my dick all the more.It was real good when we had visitors at our farm. It was nice cause she could often stop what she was doin and take them to the house or barn. Her pussy was so wonderful hot and slippery when I fucked her afterwards..