I caught on really fast, once he picked a song all the way through. Joe still says it’s because of the pick he gave me and The Power of the Amp, tha...t I now possess.By the time we had our picking down pat on the song I liked best – ‘Wanting You’– Ginger and Gail were down to their panties as they sang and swayed to the music.Joe told me, “Jerry, we’re going to play at that big honky-tonk on I-40 at Galloway Exit east of Little Rock, Friday and Saturday night. We’ll be there three days, coming. “Shall we play a few games – see who wins?” I said. I could see she was pleased. “You serve,” she said. As usual, I got few first serves in and in no time I was three games down. I could see she was happy, knowing that she was beating me. Game four and she served an almost perfect first serve but in a rare moment of skill, I played a better side line return and she leaped across to play it back but slipped and tumbled to the ground. I laughed and said, “Get up, that shot was too good even for. With this practice, I developed a pattern to enhance it's attractiveness to me, and of course, to others.Mother no longer forced me to wear the pretty, little matching skirt, blouse and panty sets. I got to shop for my own undergarments. My breasts were growing with time as well. I was no longer flat chested like a boy; they looked like tiny eggs had grown under my skin poking out. Large aureoles, almost the size of the breast themselves accented by pointy nipples. I chose bras with under wires. Oh my god, Michael! I say breathlessly. I just got started, he says, looking up at me. Have you never had your beautiful pussy eaten? I shake my head quickly, breathing hard as he slides his fingers up and down my slit. Oh baby, is all he says. My heart beats hard and fast at baby and I lean back on my elbows as I watch him throw my legs over his shoulders and he puts his head back down between my legs, licking up my slit into my clitoral hood. He sucks and nibbles on my clit and I moan and.