Jean had been very complimentary."You know, I could listen to Libby playing for the rest of my life," said Court. "It's not just that she's technicall... brilliant but it's the sound she draws out of the piano. Take these nocturnes, they could be sentimental and sloppy but they're not. They're full of emotion but they're also full of contrast. She never lets the emotion dominate the quicker passages and yet she leads back into the slower ones without a jolt." You're right. Take the first and. When he was by my head I reached out and rubbed his sheath. He got the idea and started humping air. I moved the hole in the blanket so that his cock was poking though. I put my mouth right on his cock and he humped hard. He fucked my mouth as fast as I thought was possible. His cock grew in length and was tickling my tonsils. His knot was just starting to grow and was deep in my mouth. I sucked as much as I could and his cock was going deeper in my throat. I was into it big time and really. It had overwhelmed the filters in his camera, zoomed in like he was.He looked at the screen, worried that he might have broken something. It wouldn't get him in trouble. It was official business, after all. But he hated to have to call in a repair tech over doing something stupid like that. He relaxed when the scene normalized into a cloud of dust. Switching back to infra red didn't help. Even infra red can't see through dust.He logged that job out, noting the time of the strike in his notes,. . I like it...”She smiles, a naughty school-girl smile on a 56-year-old face – and gets down onto the ground, on her hands and knees, picking up a small stone that was under her hand and throwing it away. Dropping to her elbows, her forearms crossed on the ground. Getting comfortable, or as comfortable as one can be on elbows and knees in a grubby backstreet.Her back is arched, her arse back, her knees far enough apart to spread her thighs and exposed her pussy, the lips hanging slightly apart,.