Throughout my school years, I was always in choir. Even had a few shortsolo passages. My voice was in the upper ranges for a boy. One teachersuggested...that I could be a countertenor. Now I wish I could sing like asoprano, but after three months I have developed a pretty nice mezzosoprano voice. Not a lot of volume, but I'm happy.So why did I want to improve my singing voice? I planned to serenadeRebecca on our anniversary. We were going to replay our first date bygoing to the opera and wearing. ”“Yes, you could, but you won’t.”“I won’t?” “That’s right, you won’t.” his piercing blue eyes looked dangerous in the moonlight.“And how do you know that?” I retorted angrily, irritated at his forthrightness.“Because you want to be fucked by a police officer, you want to feel the cold steel of my handcuffs against your wrists as I drive into you over and over again. You want to be in the back of my cruiser, without any chance of escape as I finger-fuck you. You want to feel the length of my. .?" I croaked. I cleared my throat and continued, "How long have you been watching?" "Long enough," she replied and fixed me with those disconcerting eyes. "I watched you... like this." She made the universal jerking off gesture with her fist and rolled her eyes. "To see that... it makes me sexy." I had always found her sexy, but since she was my son's girlfriend the thought had never developed much more that the realisation. Now she was naked in front of me and was admitting quite clearly. Again, I wasn’t thinking about her like that then, but I recognized amazing tits when I saw them, and these were great. About as big as they could be without getting gross and too droopy, and good shape and everything. Anyway.The recent event: Yesterday, she told me in the morning that she was going out for the whole day until 5:00ish or so, and being a teenager on summer break I figured alright, great chance to jerk off. So pretty much the second she’s out the door, I kick out on the sofa (the.