The music began with a thundering D minor cadence; a pounding bass drum accompanied by snare percussion and timpani. Woodwinds, trumpets, and trombone... joined in, as a young and extremely licentious nobleman, Don Giovanni, walked on stage, opening with Act 1: The Garden of the Commendatore. The performers were dressed in colorfully elegant costumes that represented fashion in the baroque era. The audience sat in admiration as Don Giovanni began to sing in Italian; an expert Baritone. Rachel. My parents are going to be in town. We haven't seen each other in a couple of years; it wasn't pleasant the last time. I was hoping your presence would neutralize the visit." Why not take them to the restaurant? I'm sure they'd want to see where you work. And a nice public place tends to 'neutralize' any visit."Liam took another swig of water. "That would not be the best idea, trust me. So, will you come?" Tell me when and I'll do my best to be on time."Liam relaxed as they caught up on other. She’s done with you son, move on. Sorry.’ The boys were screaming and crying when I had to drop them off the first week end. They didn’t understand. Neither did I. The restraining order was still in effect for her. She would not return my calls to talk about us. Three months later the decree was final. The next day she moved out of the house and took the boys with her. It was Dec 23rd. the house was barren and cold. She had turned the heat off. It was winter in my heart too. Christmas sucked. A moan seeped from her parted lips as her pussy grew even wetter. He could tell as he rotated his hips, drawing her sweetness from her as his breathing grew heavy in her ear. Overwhelmed, she found her lust breaking free and taking control. Her hands gripped his jacket and pushed it off. It fell to the ground beside her sketch pad. His hands slid beneath her thin top, his palms taking her heavy breasts and pushing them together, "Your tits," he grunted as his pelvis mashed against her sensitive.