I’m really rusty,” Rosanna said shyly. “So you’ll practice and you’ll play and I’ll sing,” Solace pronounced, suddenly remembering why s...e had dashed over to the stereo in the first place. She picked up a CD, placed it in the player and pressed play. The opening chords of “Not While I’m Around” from Stephen Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd began and then Solace could be heard. Her voice was soft and mellow, but the contrast could be heard when she sang the transition. Her voice was pure and clear. As he entered the bedroom he nearly threw up. His gorgeous wife was on her hands and knees, white stockings and basque covered in an oily mess. Her head was on the pillow as she bit into it, her hands tied to the bed board. Her waist curved out and up to her peach ass and he groaned at the view. A man he'd never seen before dressed only in a crazy zipper face mask had his hand wrist deep in her anus. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in. On top of it all, I really LIKED him. He was so smart, so nice, and had a great sense of humor. Somewhere halfway through the year, my visits started turning into epic gab sessions. After we'd dispensed with whatever course business I'd come to discuss, we'd talk for half an hour about music, movies, politics ... it was amazing. I had no idea he was gay. I just assumed I was having yet another futile crush on a straight man, but when I ran into him on campus after classes had ended, he said,. He got on the rowing machine beside me and started to row as I pedaled along on the exercise bike."Are you not at school today?" He asked casually."College not school." I corrected him.Marcus laughed obviously embarrassed by his faux pas. "Sorry that's what I meant." I have a lesson in an hour and a half so I just need to do another ten minutes on the bike and then I need to grab a shower and get ready." I could do with a shower." Marcus admitted."I wouldn't mind joining you either if I am.