I continued my slow rhythmic motions as I heard the door opening again. For a split second I thought what if that person saw me through the door crack... I worried for a moment, but hurriedly decided to get back to the task on hand. I slowly stroked my cock for what felt like an eternity. I could feel my balls wanting to explode with the passion and ecstacy I’d felt so many times before. I continued fantasizing about my teacher as I stroked circles around the head of my fully erect cock. I felt. It was a little salty for his liking, and nowhere near as wonderful as her girl-cum. He licked the edge of his own mouth in an attempt to retrieve another taste of her, hoping to find enough to satiate his thirst.“Mmm, you taste good, Dad”, she cooed just before their lips met again. “I could get used to a steady diet of hot spunk. Wonder if cum is one of the four food groups? Sure hope so!”, she cooed in his ear.“Mmm! Not sure, but if I could bottle your pussy juices, I could make a fortune!. Can you imagine howmuch shit the guys would give me if they knew? One of them was makingfun of "M. Butterfly," a movie his wife made him take her to a few yearsago, and I almost puked.But don't get me wrong. Except for her little secret, Angie is one hellof a woman, and all woman. She shops like crazy, which is fine becausemoney is not a problem for me, and she has more girlfriends than myfirst three wives put together. She plays the role as trophy wife likea star. I have no real. After finishing the first two songs Jessie stepped forward in her own gown and introduced the song and informed the audience of its origins. Jessie then launched into the number that included some awesome backing vocals coming from behind her and some amazing guitar rifts coming from the musicians just off to the side.Just as Jessie was taking a breath to move into the final phase of the piece she pulled a little cord that held her Pageant gown around her neck. That little cord quickly unfurled.