Of course you would have a hard time holding back. She moves up to kiss me and I can feel that passion again that had been missing for so long. She pu...hes me back on the bed kissing me deeply. I hold her body against mine. She pulls away from me and tells me that she knows exactly what I need. I smile until she moves up and straddles my head. You love when you get to taste me. Normally she's right. I absolutely love the taste of her pussy, and the sounds she makes when I go down on her, but her. “What may I call you, my lady?”She watched me appraisingly. I couldn’t tell if that was good or not. “Eudora.”I frowned, momentarily dropping my airs in confusion. “Like the old email program?”“The what? Oh, this world has changed so much since I was last here. What is email?”I was about to explain when Demie came back with Eudora’s drink. The older demon took a sip and nodded in appreciation.Demie stood in front of the couch. “How are you even here, mother?”Eudora took a longer gulp and then. As the last note played we werestanding on the dance floor face to face. He kissed me as the applauserang around us. Somehow it was the right thing to do. It was part ofthe performance ... surely it was? So why did it linger? Why were ourmouths open?We broke to take a bow.We mixed with the audience for a while afterwards, but Dario and I wereboth keen to call it a night. And neither of us were tired. We keptlooking at one another across the room when we were separated.He took my hand as. She wanted to form a band, an all-girl bandthat was the best in the business. She wasn?t playing around she wantedto become something much bigger.We jammed almost every night for over a month and every night shebrought along a new song, god she was prolific when it came to songwriting. When we played, we connected on an emotional level I had neverfelt before, well except for Cindy...Cindy...god she would be perfectfor us, I imagined those sensual tribal rhythm?s beating out behind us.My life.