‘Yes,’ he agreed mildly, while his fingers trailed wicked little designs against her wetness, ‘That’s my name.’ ‘Please.’ ‘Please wh...t?’ ‘Please stop torturing me,’ she mewled, feeling his digits finally moving inside of her. His lips sought out her clit before they suckled her to mindlessness. He inhaled a scent unique to her. She was lovely, every part of her. She was exquisite. And tonight, she’ll be his. Forever. He rubbed his whiskers against her sensitive flesh, adding more beautiful. Bryan let out a growl.Emma screamed as she turned and ran out of the bathroom, lifting the robe so she wouldn't trip.Bryan grabbed his other robe and threw it on as he chased her into his bedroom. The robe hung open, displaying his lightly furred chest, his stomach, and his cock, which was hardening with each passing second. He came to a stop just inside his room. Emma had jumped onto his bed. She stood in the middle of the mattress, her long auburn hair cascading around her, her eyes shining. .. music, from in front of me, and in back of me ... from all over ... and I could distinctly hear at least two dozen violins, then the French horns came in en masse, followed by multiple trumpets and trombones. I could hear clarinets, flutes, and piccolos, bassoons, oboes and a harp.“Amazing, Maurice ... how are you at sight playing?”“As good as you two are at picking up a song you never heard before and belting it out of the park ... try me?”“Carol, are you ready for your audition for. I enjoyed his smells and sounds. In some ways, every lover is different and yet, in others, they are all the same. Even knowing there will be parts that never change - that we are wired to fuck regardless of rejection - this virginal fear is always an underscore of every first time.Maybe we should have discussed our past lovers more extensively before this, our first excursion into the land of intercourse. For some reason other avenues of discovery took up that time before our hormones and.