30 am . I was going on a highway road via ring road, i got a wild idea. I was not knowing whther she will agree or not. I stopped at a very isolated p...ace where no body passes through in vehicle nor by walk . we started kissing each other very passionately non stop . Atomatically my hands went on her boobs for the feeling . While kissing on her ears and neck i asked her “Can i see the thing which i am feeling with my hands?” She told “YES” . I started moving my hands downwards as she had worn a. My character, Germont, has relatively little to do in Acts III and IV, but there are still some nice moments and I made the most of them. And in between I got to watch her, and listen to her, make Violetta's touching decline and fall into the masterpiece the composer had intended.At the end, when we were all out for our last curtain call and Minaslavska came up, as is usual, to join in the last bow, I got the best compliment of all. He hopped into the line between Camilla and me and first. I could feel how much she loved it. She reveled in being bathed by his monster spunk. More and more of his cum fired from his cock and coated her.The salty scent filled my nose. My mouth watered. I salivated, aching to rush over there and lick up the cum. My pussy burned. I needed a cock in me. My brother hadn’t fucked me in three days. My twat itched to be filled.And that was such a huge dick.The pegasus fired a final blast of cum, leaving the queen covered in a mask of pearly white. She. ‘A miracle he even survived. No telling yet the affect it may have had on him,’ sounds of mom crying. The sense of touch, something cool on my forehead though my eyes refused to open, to tell them I could hear things, feel things. My body as yet unresponsive. It would be a week more at least before whatever was going on deep down inside me, finally gave way, allowing me to once again return to the present. My eyes popping open, though I hadn’t been asleep…still listening, still feeling. Someone.