That was occurring more than anything. We all are accustomed to looking at who we are talking to, but in the theatre you can lose much volume and coun...enance by turning anywhere except out to the people watching. Think of a clock, facing the audience is six o’clock, facing people directly on stage is either three or nine o’clock. If you want to infer you were are talking/singing to, then four-thirty or seven-thirty is the best you can do!Blanche, playing Fantine today, was better than I. ' She taught me how to dance... " I bet! Go in... I want your finger. Did you do this? Fuck her ass?"She was tight but slick and her spinster tightened on the lone digit and I waved yes..." I spent a year with her. Until I met your dad..." ... and you gave up women. Tell me about him..." ... you were complaining about me postponing things..."I pulled out and focused on those wonderfully tight cheeks and she hunched against me. The teasing was killing us both."I am learning. What was so special. This left her wearing only those sexy seamed dark stockings. I asked about her panties; Ana replied she was not wearing any.Then I sat down on a recliner, as my sweet wife finished with the wrapping. Ana turned around to me, took off the red sweater and approached to me, totally naked.She leaned down placing her hands on the arms of the recliner and she kissed me with her open wet red lips. As she explored my mouth with her tongue I moved my right hand to play with her cunt.As soon as she felt. ....But then she left......Alone......But you're here...“And I can't stay. My companions, the ones you are fucking upstairs, we need what she gave you. Then we have to leave. We have a quest.” Tears fell down my cheeks. “I'm so sorry.”...Of course......No one should have to be trapped here......No one...“Can I do anything for you?” I reached out, touching her cheek, her skin felt so silky. I brushed her tear tract....I have grown roots too deep......I shall never leave here...“Never?”...Will.