Of course she had neither the experience nor the desire to bring him to completion. She liked stroking it, and of course he loved having her do it, bu... that's all it was ... playing around.But it was right there on the couch, and if I'd have looked, I'd have seen it ... or at least enough to get curious and go see what they were actually doing.Instead, I watched Scotty drive three hundred miles like he'd been doing it for years, until we got to Beaver Dam State Park and I had to take over to. The comprimari and choristers were generally friendly but deferential; they knew nothing of my history, the only relevant thing to them was that I was singing a lead. An exception was the mezzo who was doing Flora, Violetta's (Camilla's) best friend in the opera; I'd sung with her in past productions. For a moment she assumed I'd be singing Douphol, a second-banana role in the third act who's Violetta's temporary "protector." When she heard I was to be Germont she looked at me in surprise.. Then Veronica asked me a question I thought I would never hear from her "have you ever thought about having sex with me?" I instantly became excited and responded right away "I've been thinking about fucking you since I woke up this morning." She smiled to my surprise and said "I always knew you wanted me, you have been checking me out for years, I noticed." I told her she was right and now that it wasn't a secret anymore I was hoping it might now become a reality. "I'll let you fuck me, were. Nothing sexy like a thong, or lacy boy-shorts. Just a plain pair of bikini briefs made of cotton, a matching green to the bra you wore. My hands graze the cloth that clings to your hips, while my thumbs circle their way towards the point where your thighs meet. Teasingly, my fingers dip inside the elastic band of the waist, but don’t stay in. My face is up against your mons, my lips press a gentle kiss against your panties. I can smell the musk of your desire, your passion. I am venturing into.