Even my lengthy but soft phallus knew somehow this would be our last adventure. My words had been the downfall, perhaps the reason that we were awaken...ed by her phone so early the next morning. She sleepily answered it, still in my arms as she struggled to wake enough to speak to her husband. She bolted up to a seated pose, frightening to be sure as she gasped out, “Really?” listened for a moment and replied. “Today? In an hour?” I was in shock, I couldn’t tell if she was speaking of him. "But if youdo not mind, I can share one of my favorites which sounds well a capella."I clasped my gloved hands in front of me, stared out at the expectant,uncertain faces below, and began "Be Thou my vision,. O Lord of myheart..." . It was an old Irish tune, on a modal scale, the kind you canplay on the piano using only the black keys. It has a haunting, primevalsound, that makes you listen for echoes when it is done."...Still be my vision, O Ruler of all." I concluded. Everyone was silent,as. She started trying on dresses and kept asking for my expert advice.It was blurred by the scene of her pink nipples and pussy mound and she had no objection to it. Anu didi, “I like this dress but it is a bit lose. I have to get it right.” She opened the door wearing that dress and called for that earlier guy and told him to bring a measuring tape to fit this dress to her.He quickly came back and she called him inside and told him to lock the door. It was a dark maroon sleeve-less one-piece. After she stepped into her crisp white shorts, she turned to me and said, "Shows over sweetie-pie, let's go!"I couldn't help but think, "the show has just begun my dear", but I resisted the urge to say anything.We stopped off to pick up a bottle of Merlot on the way to Jerry's apartment. I watched from the car as Beth made her way into the store. Umm, I love watching her! She has such great posture. She walks so boldly. Her breasts have that nice little jiggle under her tight T-shirt. When she.