WheLn I was at the Balloon Grove, a little hoie in the wall in west LA, it was very relqaxed. Al Lombardi and his wife Rosalie began to show up regula...ly to hear me sing. One Tuesday night I was tired after I had finished my sets.They were a nice couple. He was about six-four, with a big belly and a heavy beard. Rosalie was about three inches taller than me. She has olive skin, brown eyes, and she was very muscular in her arms, neck and shoulders. They were always so nice to me about my. Pushing into her canal entry, along her wet split and up over her clit - I did it all, mixing it up until she was howling with the sensations affecting her.Lori had already orgasmed at least three times - her spend increased with each cum ... flooding my face with her sensational juices.Her hands were in my hair - initially pulling my face close to her pussy, but just now she was pushing my face away."Too much ... too much" she gasped.I eased back and sat back on my haunches between her thighs.. Her mind was... ... she didn't know what her mind was.Magical creatures existed!She had held Bill's hand!She laughed, grabbed Horsey, her big stuffed frog, and hugged it tightly as she rolled around on the bed. No day had EVER been like this before!Julie sat up. And the day wasn't over! She had work to do!. Letting go of Horsey, she jumped back off the bed and grabbed her laptop off of the desk, then it was back onto the bed. Lying down, she got to work searching the net.Two hours later, Julie. Out of curiosity, I licked my lips a bit, trying to find some sort of taste in her beautiful pussy’s juices. Strangely enough,it tasted like fresh raspberries.She stood up from the bed , finally letting me see her whole naked body. She looked fucking amazing with that pheromones scented sweat coated flesh. Those long blackish hairs, shimmering eyes, tiny budding breasts, nicely toned legs and an ass you could die for. She was undoubtedly perfect. If she would have turned into a statue right.