I had gone off to play pool and returned to see her in the bar drinking with an older guy probably aged around 50. I knew that she had fantasised abou... older men because I had found porn on her internet history that had shown older guys using the cunts of young 20-somethings. I had started to get a semi at the thought of this older guys fucking my gorgeous girlfriends cunt in front of me. But that would never happen. Would it? As I walked over to the bar Holly barely even noticed me, it was. Humping her toes, I redoubled my efforts to the north.I must be with an imposter. Hey, what the fuck? A fuck is a fuck.Jesus, not only was her cunt accepting, it was getting moist – I once thought Moses cursed it the same time he parted the Red Sea. Now it was ready to grow oranges in Israel.I humped, I licked, I sucked, I lapped. Squoot seemed to be responding. I wanted to run to the window and look for a new star.‘. . . Fontana . . . Giorgini . . . Valentino . . . Armani . . . Ongaro . .. So... so... goooooood! You... are... the... the... best... oh... fuck... meeeee!" I redoubled my efforts, Carla had finally lost control enough to say the "F" word. I fucked her for all I was worth, my 10 inches pummeling her spasming pussy. I stroked faster as she came to me again. "I... I... I'm... cuuummmmiiiiinng, oh... Jesus... I'm... cuuummming,... cuuumming, cuummmiinng! Don't... stop... fuck... ing... me... James... ever!" Faster strokes urged on by her hip action and her pulsing pussy. That wasn’t what I was listening for. You have a unique voice and it even has a country music twang that’s just ... delicious!“What I was hearing was the timber of your voice – its edginess, your slurs, color, your diction, accents, reverb in your chest, and more. You need to rehearse what you plan to sing before you give a concert; you just don’t go out and wing it in front of ten-thousand people like we pretended here. The voice you have is one that people will want to listen to over and over.