I parted my lips and allowed the fiery tentacles to enter me. Gentle heat caressed my insides, getting me wetter than I thought I could without direct...stimulation. As if able to wrap the flames around my finger, I twisted it, gathered the fire and drove it into me, A welcomed pleasure. But the alcohol and the night were taking me into their arms, lulling me to a comfortable sleep. A faint rustle stirred me, but did not wake me from my sleep, just enough to be conscious that something was. I couldn't believe it but they just sat there looking at us as we walked toward them, still naked, not trying to cover themselves, I was so nervous and so turned-on, it was crazy."So, you two get a good eyeful?" Sandra asked."Well, uh, we ... well, I saw you and got Lisa to come look, it was really my fault," my brother owned-up."And you watched Sandra giving me head?" Uh, yeah, kind of, yeah," Kenny told them."You two want to watch me finish sucking him off?" Sandra asked.We both just stood. ’ His said, ‘She has a pretty low bar for success.’ I wondered which of them had ordered the shirts. Oddly, not that many people recognized us. I figured most had just seen the meme and didn’t even know where it came from. On the other hand, most of the orchestra had subscribed to our Patreon page and applauded when we walked into the rehearsal room.“Second chair strings,” LeBlanc said when we were all in the room. “Please come to the seats in front of the class.” The violin, viola, cello, and. Silently, in complete stillness she wills him to continue. His hands understand. He reaches between her thighs to the waiting flesh between her legs. His caresses become specific. Intentional. Purposeful. She breathes. Can he hear? She does not know. She is breath and flesh. She is sensation and pleasure. He can hear. He loves the sound. It speaks to him, adding to his own pleasure. His touch intensifies. Warm. Firm. Exploring. Massaging. Enjoying. Waking the tingling, rippling fire inside of.