“Ian!”“Ian!” Sally raised her voice slightly with a bright smile on her face. “You seem to like what you see today!” She grinned. “I...f you take lunch now………..then perhaps you’d like to see more?”“I would love to!” He said and looked at her tits again. Her breathing seemed faster now, he could see her breasts rising with each breath and he was sure the nipples were now bigger, harder and more upright than he had ever seen them.Taking control of the situation Sally turned and locked the door. Even then a serious player; her whole body, arms, shoulders, hips, seemingly brought to bear on making love to that cello. And the instrument responded, singing out in pleasure.And now she’s betrothed, to our God-like conductor, Humberto. A prodigy, him not her; well, so the press said.And me? Viola – the instrument I mean. My name’s Jennie!Yes, the fucking viola. None of the violin’s sparkling tintinnabulation; nor the cello’s dark, noble, robust body. The viola’s gruff, poised between light. " ... Uncle Gary will wind up in prison." Felicia finished for her, "I know!" Perhaps you don't know," Patricia continued, "that your mother could lose custody of you and you would wind up in foster care until you're eighteen."Felicia, for a change, was silent."Look, Felicia," I said, "I'd take it as a personal favor. I don't really want to be somebody's girlfriend in San Quentin at my age, okay?"Felicia gave me a wicked smile, as if she like that image, but replied, "Don't worry, Uncle Gary.. They just lay vertically against her back for the moment. They are a see-through white in color. You feel her little body's warmth in your palm and her little gasps for air, so you assume that she is still alive. As she gently breathes, her little chest cutely heaves in and out, as her budding breasts slightly jiggle.Her hair is blond and is tied up fashionably. You never knew that faeries were into the latest styles as well. On her small body, she wears a sparkling leaf green dress. Her.