I was tired of not being able to tell everyone about the love of my life. So she thought she was a witch, big deal, I loved her.When we arrived in Atl...ntic City she seemed a bit nervous, like she wanted to tell me something. We were sitting at the bar having a drink when she poured something into my drink."Serena, what did you put in my drink? Was it some kind of a potion or something?" It was the first time she has ever done something like that, that I was aware of."Yes, it was a 'WIN AT. The two instruments alternated leads. When the violinist played, the cello formed a lovely companion. Sometimes almost blending into a background, sometimes playfully paralleling the violin line, and at other times supporting it so the violin sounded richer and louder. It was very very pretty.But when the cello came to the front, it stopped being music and became magic. Yes, this was true magic! There were no spells, no direct plasm manipulation. And yet I could hear the audience's breathing,. My cock began to respond, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before the purple head would emerge from my foreskin, and push it’s way out of my shorts!“Is this OK?” he whispered, as he gently stroked my leg, moving up towards my blood-engorged cock, which was beginning to poke out of my shorts.I just nodded slightly, not trusting myself to speak, and he took this as permission, to carry on … and he glanced around to make sure no-one was watching (although, it was far too dark for anyone to see. She fell over the couch's arm, and I held her down before she could bother getting up. "Vinnie! What are you doing?!" She yelled with a motherly sternness in her tone. I was unphased. Okay, a little turned on, but mostly unphased. "Stop, this instant!" She demanded, and I ignored her, pulling her spandex from over her ass. Dirty girl, I thought. She wasn't wearing panties. "Vinnie!" "Quiet!" I barked. Spreading her cheeks, I buried my face into her ass, shoving my tongue.