The living room looked exactly the same as always, two stools facing each other, her acoustic on the stand, and sheet music on the coffee table.

She sat down on her stool and crossed her legs like she was wearing clothes and motioned for me to sit across from her.

I sat, my hands were shaking when I opened the case and took my guitar out.

My cock was still rock hard and leaking and every move rubbed it against my boxers.

She watched me tune for a minute, then leaned forward so the robe fell open completely and her tits hung free.

“Play the intro to that song I...