1. f****y Room


    Date: 10/19/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    I strummed through the tune once and my dad was very impressed, then I played through it again with a little more care and less stopping, my dad sang the chorus through once and nodded his head, "That's good angel, you've got it, sing through it with me as well." So, there I was, playing my guitar and singing my dad's new song for him, over and over again, my father driving the van and joining in as often as he could and, surprise, surprise, my mother picked out a descant vocal running under the main song, it wasn't written in the sheet music but what my mother was singing under my vocal was actually quite good and a definite improvement to the original song. Our voices seemed to complement each other very well and we sang well together, hardly surprising as we'd been singing together for most of my life; my dad wasn't too bad either, so long as he only joined in with the chorus and not the main song. Singing and playing the guitar as we drove along certainly eased the boredom of a long drive and took my mind off of the oppressive heat and humidity. We arrived at the holiday camp at seven forty-five, just enough time to grab the key to our ill-named apartment and rush down to the clubhouse for my dad to register for the talent contest, he gave them his name as 'The Fisherman', he used all kinds of names over the years, often when trying to dodge creditors but as his name was Adam Fisher, 'The Fisherman' was closer than most names he'd used. The order the acts went on stage ...
    was done by the artists drawing bingo balls out of a cloth bag, the performers went on in order from the lowest number drawn to the highest. There were ninety numbered balls and only fifteen acts so even if you drew a low number you had no idea if a lower number would be pulled out by someone else. My dad had intended to get his place in the running order and then rush off and grab his guitar from the van in the car park at the back of our apartment about a quarter of a mile away. My dad had drawn number ten and he was hoping that he'd be in the middle of the ticket or towards the end but when the last number was drawn and all laid out my father was the first act on the ticket and absolutely no time to fetch his own guitar. I knew that there was no point in offering my father my guitar, he would sooner have pulled out of the competition than use another person's guitar, he was pacing up and down as the Master of Ceremonies or MC was introducing the evening's event and getting them ready for the start of the show, "Vicky, can you come out and play for me?" Well, it wouldn't be the first time I had performed in public but every time so far I was in the background playing second violin or playing the guitar way, way at the back of the orchestra. I would have said an outright no or even probably an outright NO! if I hadn't known how important the talent show was for my father. Wellll, reluctantly I agreed to play the guitar for my dad, then he grabbed my mother's arm, "Can you ...
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