Sadness ... regret ... love ... hate ... fear, Papa said that a truly talented vocalist could cause their audience to experience any emotion they wish...d. My Papa taught me to sing, but it has been many years since I trained with him. It has been many years since I could hear the music. When Papa died, I could no longer hear the music and I could no longer sing.He took her hand in his and kissed it gently."You need not speak of it if it is too painful..."She quietly silenced his words with a. Louise reached down to touch his cock as he moved in her. Then she held out her arms, and Steve, himself lost in the sensations, threw himself on top of her. Their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss, and his dick plunged in even deeper, taking Louise’s breath away. They moaned in unison, still locked in the kiss. Steve ground away at her, and Louise met him stroke for stroke. They were like a well-oiled fucking machine, and every movement brought the couple closer to a cataclysmic. At this time we both forgot who won or who lost...all that mattered was the fucking he was doing and I was receiving. David began slowing pushing his cock in and out, my asshole gliding up and down it. David then laid down on me and continued to pound me, the smacking noises said that all too well. He then stopped and pulled out and then said," turn over and lay flat. So I did and David got on top of me...inserted his cock and started fucking me again. Now the smacking of his hips to my ass was. I felt her breathing slowly relax, as her heartbeat returned gradually to its rhythm at rest. I was at total peace. I don't know how long we remained like that, but she eventually slid off me, whispering in my ear, "I have to use the loo." She left a huge void next to me, as she shifted her weight and swung her legs off the bed. I was too drained to open my eyes, but I heard her feet padding across the carpet, and the creak of the closing door. Then came the cute tinkle,.