As she got up from her squatting position, her thighs gave way, and Sandra leaned-in to help her to her feet, 'Did he cum', she asked, and Jilly shook...her head?Sandra lowered herself onto him and began grinding into him, moving herself in little circles to rock his cock inside her cunt, her mouthings of, 'Fuck that Pussy baby, 'make momma cum', were being forced out syllable by syllable, as she thrust herself down on him, this was the sign of a woman in her prime, having the best fuck of her. She grasped his head in both hands and pressed him further, thrusting her hips slightly to help him along. He responded positively, literally burying his entire face into her and rubbing her with his lips, chin, and nose. She could hear her wetness squishing and slurping against his skin as his tongue delved deeper and deeper. She threw her head back and moaned as she reached the first plateau, her need and desire for an orgasm now cemented firmly within her. She pulled him away and lifted him. I did as instructed and tried my best. I even pretended to orgasm. I arrived at the office. Beth was waiting for me. She took the SD card off me as we headed to my husbands office. He ignored me. As my image appeared on the big screen in the office, two men and a woman entered the room. They all sat down and watched the screen, taking notes and commenting to each other. I was kneeling in the middle of the floor. When the video finished my husband turned to the three who had joined us and said. The problem was, I really didn't have any urge to find another band or get back to work right away, or even to play music for just myself. I took out my acoustic guitar for a few nights camped alone on the beach, but I was never really in the mood to play for very long, and soon the only sounds that was being made was by the wind and the surf. I did write one song I rather liked, another song that didn't quite suck, and had a few odd pieces left over for fixing sometime in the future.I returned.