Not the voice of a rock star, or a crooner, or any of those pop singers you hear. A voice that fills the house, that echoes off the rafters. An operat...c voice, in fact.I'd always known I could sing, kind of. 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 in 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. "Ummm we are going to have such a fuck," she said as she led the way to the stairs.She deliberately swung her hips as she climbed the stairs with her brother's eyes fixed on her buttocks.Before climbing the stairs, Ian scrambled out of his trousers and pants which had been halfway down his legs so he was now naked from the waist down.On reaching the door to her bedroom, Sharon turned to face him and they again kissed as she stroked his cock and he put his hands on her buttocks."Once we go. Coming into details..It was one of those odd days of my training session to a new project. Feeling very frustrated about the learning part even at the age of 26 made me feel very boring. Just to get out of the mood I used to think about the woman who sits diagonally to me. As I came from a very normal family just had a normal typical guy mentality and don’t have enough dare to speak with her. Just few days passed in the same way.One of my colleagues is leaving the project and he gave a farewell. It looked imposing as ever, on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, like a massive stone giant hunched over, pondering a suicidal leap into the icy waters below. The winding path to his doorstep seemed to end way too soon. I stepped out of the car, still not entirely sure what I was going to say. Portia by my side, I stepped into the villa. The high ceilings and magnificent grandeur of the place dwarfed anything New York had to offer. His butler escorted us up to his private.