Normally, he’d be right there with the sound tech at the mixing board adjusting the sound and adding his touch to the music. Not today. Gabriel look...d at the screen of his phone for the hundredth time. Still no answer from Abigail. Christ. She was consuming his every thought. He wanted her with him. He wanted to sleep, eat, bathe with her. He loved the way she laughed. Loved the sound of her voice, the scent of her, the innocent way her mind worked. She was an angel. His angel…and he’d yelled. Sensing it, she flicks her tongue over the head rapidly; as she does so his balls draw up. He tenses, his hips buck and the first pulse of relief breaks through. She takes the head in her mouth and feels the warm sweet ooze hit her in the back of her mouth. She knows he’s not done yet; opening her mouth just a bit she takes him down to his base again as another massive torrent pours in. Her eyes close as she revels in what she’s done. Gently squeezing his balls a final spurt leaves him. . ‘Hi’ he said ‘come on in’She stepped past him and waited as he locked the door, leaving the key in the lock and turning it slightly so an unexpectedly returning girlfriend couldn’t push it out.‘You look gorgeous’ he murmured as he reached to kiss her.‘And you look as though you’ve only just got out of bed’ she replied, nodding at the thick blue dressing gown he woreHe grinned, a little sheepishly, ‘I’ve been up a while and showered, but I didn’t really see the point in putting any clothes on’. We relaxed a while, so I could rub suds all over her body ... then I asked her to drain the tub, saying "uhhh, let's not turn into raisins, huh?" Laura laughed and gave me an "UGH", agreeing. It was a delight to stand up with her as we rinsed off, with her hands going all over me ... and it continued, as she took great pride in toweling me off. She had a nice touch ... and made me feel very, very satisfied. When we moved toward the door, she took a final look at me, then eased out into the dark.