His cock was about 7", but he was very thick, as thick as my wrist. But the head of his cock was even wider than the shaft. She began sucking his cock...and making loud slurping noises. He was moaning and believe me I know what he was feeling because my wife can suck cock very well. She was working his cock over the best she could but she was having a hard time getting him in her mouth. He pulled her from his cock and rolled her over, pulled her bikini off, and slowly licked up and down her wet. “We are to have a selection of pieces that meet specific criteria that we are ready to simply play when they say something like ‘Desiertos Ladeado, please.’ We need to prepare our instruments and start playing. And that includes solo pieces in addition to things we play together.”“Do we really need to do this, Jacob?” she asked. I’d seldom seen Cindy seem so uncertain.“Are you not wanting to do this, my Pied Piper?”“No, I do. I’m sorry. This seems like so much more pressure than we usually have. You ought to know who you're listening to. Michael. Not Mike, well, maybe once in a while. And I really don't give a fuck how pissy that makes me sound. That's my name and that's the way I like it. Stats. 45. 5'11". 150 pounds. Feels like about ten of those pounds are around my waist. Brown eyes. Reddish-brown hair that's goin' grey awfully goddamn fast. Goin' bald even faster, so I keep my hair cut short. None of this drape a few strands of hair over my head and pretend crap. Real average. Her quiet unstoppable moan caused him to freeze. His head came up. Endlessly deep eyes explored her face. Hers slammed shut. Praying he’d continue. She wanted his lips and tongue and hands all over her. His breath drifting over her aroused nipple spread goosebumps across her skin. The dress moved lower. Her flat stomach, she’d spent hours at the gym for, was now bare. She was malleable when he lifted and twisted her to get the dress over her rounded hips. He had to know she was awake. He just.