We all took a seat on the sofa while Margarete poured coffee from the filter machine in the corner.“So this is how the opera community lives,” I s...id, before turning to Cal, “I can see why you want to get in.”“It’s not all like this,” Jonas said, “most opera houses have small cramped dressing rooms, with, if you’re lucky, warm water in the basin.”“That sounds more like what I’m used to,” I said.“Except you have trailers to retreat into, we just get dingy dressing rooms, often without heating.. And as I say that, she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs and arms, half covering the ‘super king’.Within a particle of a second I pounce – first licking her shaved pits.Better explain about them – for nine months of the years she doesn’t shave her pits – it’s a fashion thing that she shaves them in June, so for June, July and August I shave my nuts – it’s a revenge thing.A slow, long swipe of my tongue across her spikey pit, first one then the other – that musky half old taste of. " I said. "No." "Why not, I sucked Glen off this past Sunday, and I loved it why don't you give it a try." "You what?" my wife asked. "We were watching the game and I sucked Glen's cock until he came in my mouth and I loved. So why don't you try swallowing my last few shots every once in a while." "Ha, you're fucking with me. You ain't sucked no bodies dick." "He'll be home around eight and you can watch." It was about eight twenty when I finally knocked on his door. My wife had our door. Jesus Christ, he thought, she isn't even going to take any seducing. He allowed his eyes to wander over her luscious body, amazed at the sexiness this teenager possessed. He never realized she was this sensual. Then it hit him: she was a natural. Just like May. A gorgeous, passionate woman born to give and take the most intense of sexual pleasures. He could see it now in her languid blue eyes. That look. Just like May, only in a teenager's face and a teenager's body!Struggling to regain control.