... From the opening notes of the recital to the last C major chord of the twelfth Etude, Richard had sat riveted to the chair, amazed at what he was ...earing: his piano teacher playing some of the most challenging music ever written. Live, and all at once! It was breathtaking, emotional ... and so musical.The end leader of the reel slipped off the hub and the grey flanges began to spin wildly. Richard pressed the stop button absently, his mind still sitting in a concert hall sixteen years. First, you have to know I didn’t grow up rich. In fact, we were pretty damn poor after my dad died. Eventually, though, my mom married this rich factory owner. Everything changed for me then. He had this enormous house, you could walk around for days and not get to see all of it. His daughter was around my age, and wow… no offense to you ladies, but she was a babe. She had a face that seemed sculpted, and really pretty long golden hair. Anyway, I had started to get interested, and apparently. She stimulated my prostate with her finger and I blew a massive load down her throat. Amanda was soon bending over the couch with my cock buried in her pussy. I held onto her breasts as I slammed into the pussy I had been fantasizing about for years. She used her internal muscles to squeeze my cock every time it speared into her. My hips slammed against her still toned and firm thighs. I also played with her long dark hair that was grown that way for sanctuary. After dropping a load in. "When you were trying on some of Maria's dresses Juan told me that wehad to go to the Kitchen when we got back," Gene told me."Well...Alright," I agreed reluctantly. "Pick us up at the usual time."Gene and I were finally alone in our home together. The first thing wedid was embrace. I pulled him into our bedroom and down on our bed andlet him ravish me for the first time in our home. The first true timethe other times including the first time as husband and wife were onlymade up memories even.