I nodded my head as she glanced in my direction. She smiled and nodded back. Eye connection is a great thing when it happens at the right moment. I r...eturned my attention to my work. Suddenly, I heard a female voice say, “HI, I’m Jennifer.” I looked up to see her extending an arm and hand, all business-like, in my direction. I stood and introduced myself, lightly squeezing her hand in mine. “What do you do?” she inquired. “I work in media communications,” I replied. “I am the voice of the. "I can't sleep with Mom and Dad. Could I just stay here with you for a little while?" her voice almost faded out completely.She was wearing a long satin robe but I was buff. I wanted to comfort my baby sister but for some reason, all I could think of was the night of the Sweetheart Dance and how sweet her pussy was. The last thing I needed was her in bed with me again for any reason."Please?"She looked at me mournfully and any real resistance I had vanished. "Sure." I pat the bed next to me and. I had come to the conclusion then that the only reliable way of curbing her inclination to say dumb shit was pressing my pussy onto her face.She normally would have been astonished to see a mere third-desk viola player invade her soloist sanctum. But of course, when I confronted her in her dressing-room, a blast from her past, I didn’t even have to ask.“Covering my arse,” she volunteered.“Surprise, surprise. You’re a great musician, but today you fucked up the second movement. Didn’t properly. .” I sat down. Latha, Kiran and my wife were laughing very loudly. Kiran’s dick is becoming very stiff. He kissed on Jayalaxmi’s ass crack 100 times. Jayalaxmi held my nose too tightly and shouted..” You bastard…. I will put hot mirchi in you eyes… stand…” ordered. I again stood up. Jayalaxmi gave one more heavy shot on my hips. Wooooooooooooooooooooo…Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… excuse me momin law…. I am your feet slave…” I cried with severe pain. She gave another big shot on my back.. The wooden stick.