"Oh, I guess," she acknowledged. "And it's not really we who are disappearing, it's the music that makes us necessary. I mean, real opera, the stuff t...at endures, all of it dates back nearly a hundred years or more now, most of it much more. The new ones are just pale imitations, and even the few that get done at all last only a handful of performances. People just don't seem to want our kind of singing any more, they'd rather have rock concerts. Have you ever been to one of those?" No," I said. " However, we will give you the money and youwill not have to pay us back. But, you will have to do us both a hugefavor. You really screwed up. Your luck was lousy and you shouldunderstand we have every right to expect something big if it is not goingto be the money." Tom just stood there, not saying a word.My response was quick; "Great! I will do anything to have the money.Shit, who do I have to kill?"Now Tom spoke; "I am glad you feel that way. I hope you still feel thatway when we are. After nearly a year since that last attempt on the lake of not even seeing each other, I kind of figured our dynamic had run its course. The topic didn't really come up, and we all seemed to just go back to our normal lives. It turns out we had at least one more session in us. In the past spring, I was confiding some personal issues with Jessie, who, in an effort to boost my spirits, suggested she and Brian come pay me a visit. I thought for sure she was joking, especially since we hadn't even. Her nipples became stiff and she enjoyed the sensations her palm moved over each one in turn."Oh this is good." She said out loud. Her movements became faster, her hips moved sideways like a hula dancer; then her right hand moved down and she slid her finger through her nest of pubic hair into her vagina. She found her cunt wet with desire, and her clitoris became quickly unhooded as she moved her finger in and out."Oh. Oh. Yes Yes I love this..."Her hands moved faster and faster until she came.