I love the feel of your hot little asshole. Canyou make me come? Can you bitch?”As I said this I felt her start to clench and relax heranal musc...es, milking my cock like an automated milkingmachine works on a cow. I groaned in her ear, thrustingharder and harder up her tight little ass. “I’m goingto cum up your ass bitch. How do you like that? I’mgoing to paint your insides with my cum. Are you readyfor it bitch? Are you ready?”“Oh god yes! YES! YES!”. Pressing tender kisses over his face, sweeping a lock of his hair back, gazing into those blue eyes that haunted my dreams, stole my soul. Relaxing in his arms…whispering to him how much I had missed him, wanted him…noticing the slight darkening of his face, the look of pain slashing across those tanned features, followed by the slow roll of his body off mine. His deep sigh tearing thorough me, but not as much as that softly spoken drawl…”how I wish I had met you first darling.” A sudden. There were around five hundred in attendance. Doesn’t sound like much compared to the thousands we performed for in California. Cindy and I lowered our expectations. We weren’t in a huge production with a cast of hundreds. We were two classical musicians performing a free two-hour show in smalltown Indiana. We were lucky there weren’t hogs in the audience. Our reception was positive, though. The audience balanced toward our teen demographic but because of the kind of music, a good many parents. “It might just be a girl’s night boozing in the basement, but it might be more. Interested?” Tom gave her a curious nod, and she continued. “I might call you down to do a massage, a special massage, you know?”Tom nodded. “And if you don’t?”“Later I’ll get you to do a special massage for me.” The doorbell rang and Terri kissed her husband on the cheek. “Later, babe.”Terri headed back downstairs and skipped over to the front door. She opened it to find Barbara standing there looking worn out and.