He just seemed like a nice man. And in the 15 years I'd known him, not once had I looked at him in any other way. But standing around, watching him pr...pare for his mass the next day, and perhaps aided by my tipsiness, I was, weirdly, looking him over. So wrong on so many levels but I was now just realising that he was, sort of, quite handsome.I'd guessed him to be mid-60s at the very least. He was thinning on top but kept what remaining silver hair he had remaining nice and trim. He was. I moved my foot up a little bit more and felt it twitch by my touch. That's when I realized that I was massaging his cock. It quickly got harder. I looked down and saw that my pussy was totally exposed to him. He grabbed my thigh to keep me from closing my legs, and by so he moved my foot closer to his cock too. He did not intend to do that, but the way he grabbed my leg it made my foot go up. I was amazed how big his cock felt. when my foot pressed into his shaft, it felt like it was longer. Yes, this is her concert, it's her that brought them here.But me, I'm the one who's making things happen. The audience just doesn't know it, or if they do, they're ignoring me, concentrating on her. It always happens. I sometimes wish..."Romeo, lay down your ego..."Thanks, Lindsay. Good reminder. It's not all about me. This is about you. The crowd knows that, and so should I. I'm just a little symbiote, a necessary part of the magic you're making. I didn't create the magic alone. You laid it. She then kissed the head of his dick and leant forward she took the head of his dick in her hand and slid it under her bra, and between her breasts, Fletcher groaned at the feeling of her tantalizing tits encompassing his cock, she slid them up and down his shaft a few times before reaching back and unclipping her bra, she stood up leaving her bra hanging of fletchers dick, she stepped forward and straddled Fletcher rubbing herself along his length making them both moan quietly. She leant.