My ex was also a member of the orchestra. I still practiced regularly but I normally did not have an audience. That morning I hoped I did. I played a ...it of Beethoven that was not composed for flute and hoped she would be fascinated by the sound. I saw her, she was peeking around a tree trunk to see where the sound was coming from. I caught her eye and explained the thing in my hands was a flute and it made sounds if you blew into it just right. I demonstrated a good sound and a bad sound then. JASON.Jason.JASON.” the voice chanted over and over in her head, her orgasm ripping through her over and over as she humped the air, she could feel the final two balls inside of her, shifting and pushing away from one another.Somewhere far off she could hear another voice telling her ‘this was all her fault, and that she would be his,’ but she couldn’t focus. Everything was shifting, the walls felt like they were warping and collapsing, she felt so hot, and her ass felt cold. She felt. Both girls looked down as their inflamed, glistening cuntlips came together. Karen reached down and guided her erect clit into Laura's. The clasped each other and shuddered as sharp, ecstatic tremors shook their intermingled flesh."Oh!" Karen gasped. "Oh Jesus!" Unnhhh!" Laura grunted softly, shocked by the wild thrill of Karen's wet open pussy mashed against her own.They looked deeply into each other's eyes, rubbing their breasts together, kissing, then beginning to pump slowly with their. She only wondered why she lacks the connection to Amanda that I have. The truth was she had the same connection I had, although her mind so busy she did not hear the soft voice that is Amandas feelings. Kathryn asks, JJ, how can you tell when Amanda is hungry and I cannot? I knew Amanda was getting hungry at that moment, and Kathryns mind was abuzz with many thoughts and worries. Perhaps because of my meditation, I kept my mind quiet, which is how I could sense Amandas needs. I smile before I.