And I'd known I could sing loud; after a few drinks I could rattle the glasses behind the bar with "When the Saints Go Marchin' In" or "Ghost Riders i... the Sky" or whatever. But that was just fooling around. After I did my audition, though, the choral director called me over to one side."I must tell you first, we cannot use you in chorus," he told me flatly. "You are too much, too strong. But." He held up his hand palm outwards as I started to turn away. "If you will study, if you will learn,. But here she was, as good as the day she died.He put his face next to hers. Was she breathing? The warmth of his living breath tickled the sweet rosebud of her mouth. He found himself staring at that mouth, so tender and inviting. He couldn’t look away. Seized by a horrible impulse he didn’t understand, the Austrian kissed the buried girl's unmoving lips…She was as cold as the stones she lay on. She had to be dead. How she'd escaped decay so long he couldn‘t imagine, but it didn’t matter. There. Nursed. I loved every moment of working out that wonderful ambrosia. She groaned, her fingers kneading her tit and squirting the milk into my mouth.“Master! Master!” Mother Sianili moaned, her cunt clenching down around my dick as she swung forward and back.Her pussy clung to me. That wonderful, delicious, and amazing snatch massaged the aching crown of my dick. I groaned around my mother's nub. I suckled with hunger. I nursed with all the ferocity that I had in me. My mother moaned as more and. Gradually the tempo increased.We were going so fast that I could hardly see my cock come out of her pussy before it was buried again."I'm coming, Tony! I'm coming! Shoot your cum into me. Shoot it right now! Ahhh! Ohhh!"At that point there was no way I could refuse that request. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; his cock bathed her cunt with a load of my cum. Our motions slowed down as my cock slipped out of her hot young body.It was a long busy morning and Zeeta kept me fucking.