"Ok." When Elle reached my prostate she began to move her finger in a circle and push up every now and then. My cock was literally pulsing it was so ...ard. Elle asked my mother if she could feel anything.My mother said she could. I was oozing at this point. I looked down I could see whatever it was I was oozing on my mother's hand. I let out a moan. I could see my mother look at Elle. Elle said, "Don't worry, that's natural," and gave her a little wink. Elle felt around a little more and. I said that was fine I’ll go home and clean it.She said no let’s clean it here ill put it in the washing machine and will get dry soon and you can change into my husband’s clothes. I rejected the offer, but she convinced and I accepted at last. Even she was drenched by the juice and even her clothes needed to be washed. She asked me to come to her bedroom and gave her husbands shorts which were very tight for me.Without any option, I wore it and gave her my shirt and trousers. She insisted on. He took of his pants and I sat on the changing room bench. He was turning around so I could suck his dick. "No baby, I whispered. Turn the other way so I can eat that ass and suck your balls." He turned around and I fucking ate his ass right there in the changing room. I usually like to make sloppy sloshy noises as I eat and suck ass. This time I had to be super quiet. No kissing and making love to this black ass! I had to just tongue it and bury my nose in it. This guy was grinding his ass in. " He is," she told him firmly. "Get to know him, Mario, you're going to be seeing a lot of him in the future."Minaghieri inclined his head slightly. "One who sings with Mario Minaghieri and Camil­la St. John will surely become known," he said."Your voice is exceeded only by your ego, Mario," she teased.He shrugged. "It is not I who say this, Camilla, but others who know. I am only humble man myself, surely you know that."It was hard not to laugh, but I managed it.Rehearsal was set to begin at.