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” “Would you like to hear me play something for you, even though I am not a wise old man?” “I’d love that and you’re right, you certainly don’t look like a wise old man.
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She stepped towards me and her knees touched my knees.
She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
“Tell me what you think I look like.
” “You don’t want to know what I think.
I’m supposed to be a good boy, aren’t I? Dating hypnosis advice. “I didn’t say I would be a good girl, did I?” She smirked then walked over to her cello, picked it up, along with her bow and sat down with the shiny brown instrument between her knees.
She glanced at me, “This is my favorite Bach Partita,” she said, then closed her eyes and began playing. Xxx erotic swinger stories.
I was fascinated watching her play, her bow moving vigorously, her fingers moving quickly and smoothly up and down the strings, the deep mellow sounds filling the room, the rapid notes, her brows creased in concentration, her long blonde hair flailing as she moved her head from side to side, then leaned over the cello, moving her ears closer to her fingers on the strings, listening to the delicate passage she was playing.
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Then she sat straight and her eyes looked up at the ceiling then closed.
Her whole body swayed with the music, her energy radiating, warming me and drawing me into the intensity of her playing.
Again, she closed her eyes as she played a slow passage and bit her lower lip, then opened them, and gazed into mine like she was speaking to me through the soft, sensual sound of the cello.