As I stood up to take my shirt off he ran his hand down my cock in my jeans. I took them off and he touched me through my undies, smiling he leaned fo...ward to kiss me. As I pulled my undies down he smiled as he tried to touch me. Pulling him off the sofa onto the floor he reached towards me, as I laid him on the floor he looked bemused.Kneeling before him he said "I can't reach you from here", I said "Oh you will". Holding my cock in my hand as I opened his thighs, the look on his face when he. I would never have dreamt of inviting any of my peers back to my modest dwelling, let alone the great conductor himself. But as chance would have it, one evening after attending a spectacularly performed Handel concert, he invited himself. It was not the only surprise fate had in store for me that night.But I’m getting ahead of myself.Our first stop after the performance was a local Kaffeehaus where we had a satisfying go, as usual, at picking apart each detail concerning the orchestra,. Olga was pretty nimble and when she widened her legs along the edge of the sofa I was amazed at how her thing cotton panties produced a slight gap allowing her stray dark pubic hairs to display and if anything seeing her pussy stretched wide only enhanced my already throbbing erection and when Natasha asked if I liked what I saw I was dribbling at the mouth, “You kiss it Mr Frank” and I didn’t need asking twice as I inched up on my hands and knees and buried my head down between Olga’s. On his knees now, the angle focused his shots onto the round curve of the underside of her bust, she was looking to one side now, her jawline was sharp, the photo was crisp.He straddled the bench now, over her legs, she was holding the spur in both hands, between her breasts, she looked at him again as he took a few more shots, then stepped back and sat on the end of the bench, she sat up and straddled it too, the skirt was stretched now, the entire left leg exposed, she put her hands on the.