He tried not to stare, but he had the feeling Sandrine knew what he was doing and where he was looking. She remained silent, her only reaction a small...smile, and she did not attempt to cover herself. On the contrary, she seemed to find it necessary to lean forward frequently to point out something in his notebook or in her own notes. Her skin appeared smooth and unblemished. He fought to resist the urge to bury his face between her small breasts and then ... do what? His imagination stopped. I began to moan but she spat "Shut up! Don't spoil it!" The music reached a presto and she picked up her speed. It hit prestissimo and she rubbed frantically. I had never played so expressively in my life, and now, as the music was coming to an end, so was the build up in my stimulation .Finally, when the piece ended with a fortissimo, a final hard jerk from those delicate hands caused my sperm to spurt out in sharp, thick gouts, spewing onto the keyboard of her grand piano, and when she moved. . Oh! Oh!”Her throat seemed to close as the last whimpering cry passed her lips. Her eyes shot wide open, and she froze stock still for the space of a single breath. Then, it was as if someone had cracked her body like a whip. Her head snapped back, and then lashed forward, slamming into his chest, and she screamed.Sarah kept screaming as she trembled and bucked atop him. Miraculously, her pussy was squeezing even tighter around him, which he would have never imagined was possible. Her. I just walked right in. There was loud music and dancing and a lot of beer bottles being raised. There must have been twenty people there and only about a third of them were females. I sat in a chair in the corner to scope out what was happening. Two men about my age asked me to dance but I told them not right now, maybe later.Within about ten minutes or so I saw the action starting to heat up. One girl was dancing topless. Over in one corner of the room, a girl was on her knees sucking.