"Y ... yes sir," I said as I spied his thick exposed cock lying there, just waiting for me. I quietly slipped to my knees and moved between his spread...legs. He reached down and lifted that heavy cock and held it up towards my mouth for me."Here you go, son. Come and get it," he said as I slipped my mouth right back over the spongy membranes of the big mushroom head. I did just like I did last time and slowly let my saliva ooze out of my mouth and onto his stiffening shaft. It took me about ten. Brandy appeared in front of me. She was carrying a cucumber from her fridge. It was firm, as thick as the perfect dildo, and the right length. Amy’s pussy was so wet from my spit and her own nectar that no lube was used to insert it in her pussy. My eyes were glazed from pleasure, but I was able to watch the cucumber slide in and out of her pussy. I could hear wet sounds coming from her pussy, as Brandy fucked her. I sucked on her clit, like a straw. I wanted to drink every drop of her sweet,. Fuck yes, I want you. Now shut up and fuck me.” With a roar, I pulled out of her sopping wet pussy and turned her over face down on the hood of the car. Standing on the soft shoulder of the road, I swatted her on the naked butt three or four times. As she squirmed with pleasure and our legs blocked out some of my headlights, I spread the mystifying stranger’s thighs. Then I stroked my already hardening cock with one hand while I fingered her pussy with the other. She was aching for me so bad. We beat each other mercilessly. I can roll with the best of 'em. Johanna has forced me to elevate my Earl Scruggs bluegrass banjo style to another level, adding Mozartian arpeggios and scales, and Miss Margit, I find later, is renowned as a concert harpist.Finally her eyes flashed at me and I ended my battle with a flourish.Did you ever hear the comment 'and the crowd went wild'? You don't usually get that from a classical music recital, especially not in a three-century-old church in Norway,.