He moved rhythmically with the rise and fall of my chest. He kissed me between my breasts and glided his tongue over my stomach, stopping to nibble my...hip mischievously. I grinned from the tinge of sensual pain. He lifted me slightly to fit his hands under the small of my back, bringing my hips closer to his mouth. He smiled ravenously as he kissed my thighs. Goose bumps met his lips as he continued. I felt his strong hands gently part my legs as he placed himself between them. The tip of his. " My second guess," Wolfgang said with a smile. "What is it that you do here?" You mean, am I a secretary?" Veronique asked with playful smile. "Am I one of the maids?" Or Herr Mozart's mistress?" Wolfgang smiled, shaking his head. "No. I'm merely curious. You seem..." Out of place?" Yes." That's a difficult question to answer at the moment," Veronique said with a small shrug. "The guest rooms are upstairs. I'd assumed your, ummm ... sister ... would share your bed. Was I mistaken?" You're. He was so excited I hoped he wouldn’t have a heart attack. But suddenly he thrust hard one more time and held my head tight. Then he started shooting hot creamy cum into my mouth. It was kind of bitter, as it hit my taste buds, but I didn’t mind. I was making this old man happy. Probably the happiest he has been in over 5 years.He kept cumming for a while and I kept sucking him. I held it all (six thick ropes) in my mouth until he finished and when he pulled away, I looked up at him and opened. The second night, after she thanked him for the roses, they discussed family. She was an only child of deceased parents. They had taken their own lives five years before upon discovering that her mother had an inoperable brain tumor.His parents, Hank and Nora, were still living -- a Baptist minister and his help mate who still weren't quite sure how to handle the success of their third child as a writer of bodice-rippers. His two older sisters, Grace and Hope, on the other hand, didn't care.