..now baby....now baby."We thrust into each other every time he uttered the phrase. I buried my face in his chest and screamed as I came half a dozen ...imes. I think I passed out a little. I found myself sitting on the floor. He was standing over me with his soft cock at eye level."Take it in your mouth," he ordered. "Use that tongue to make it hard again." He wiped it across my face, still wet from our fuck. Once again, I couldn't believe that I was doing this as my mouth opened to accept this. Uhm ... I ... ah, shit!”Something had him tied up in knots.“Dude, it’s me. Just tell me,” I said.“I don’t want you getting mad at me, and I’ve tried to tell myself it’s no big deal, that you wouldn’t care. But see, I would care if I was you, and I feel like such a shit that I would even think about it. I just figured if I came to you and we talked you’d be okay with it, but then I realized that I was being insane and you would never talk to me again. This is such a bad idea. I think I should. He could feel his penis pulsing in his pants again. Slowly his hand drifted down until his fingers skirted the hem of her dress. He held his breath as he gradually moved his hand underneath and onto the back of her nylon-covered thigh. He felt Amy tense but still she made no move to stop him. When he lifted his hand one-inch, he heard a sharp intake of breath from Amy. His fingers felt the soft and warm flesh of her bare thigh above the nylon."Thomas," Amy hissed again, her hands on the sink. Rain, it appeared, was sufficiently rare in this desert-encircled enclave that one simply didn't consider it a possibility. I shrugged good-humoredly; I traveled enough to be accustomed to ignorance about my present environment.Being introduced around the rehearsal hall was a decidedly mixed bag for me. The comprimari and choristers were generally friendly but deferential; they knew nothing of my history, the only relevant thing to them was that I was singing a lead. An exception was the mezzo.