He looked around the room again having another thought.Everyone looked serene, their minds and faces blank, their thoughts clear. He recalled many tim...s before seeing the children sit serenely before the fire, not talking for what seemed like hours. He also remembered times sitting there staring blankly into the flames, his mind thinking about nothing, absolutely nothing. So perhaps speaking to everyone when they were blankly staring into the heart of the flames was the best way to get his. Nonetheless, he knew his cock was thicker most, and he hadn’t had her ass for over a year, and so the coating of lube he spread on his cock was generous. Shuffling forward he guided his knob to her anus, his tip lodging in her partly open hole. She moaned as he pressed forward, her anus gradually opening wider to accommodate his broad flaring knob. His knob finally slipped in, her tight sphincter clamping around his shaft behind his knob. Leaning forward he slowly worked his thick shaft deeper. February 4, 1982, McKinley, Ohio“How about Yesterday by the Beatles?” Milena suggested.“Sure. I know that one.”“Sit next to me,” she said, patting the piano bench.“I’m curious; do you only play pop tunes?” I asked.“I play classical as well, but all through High School I did accompaniment for just about every musical or choir concert or talent show.”“So what’s your career plan?” I asked.“I want to teach. I write songs and I play for the local theater company. I did Music Man and Carousel last. She lay on the sun lounger ,legs open wearing knickers and teeshirt. I started on her feet , to please the feet lovers , working up her legs , she rubbed her hand over her inner thigh to her pussy , then up her shirt ,lifting to show tummy then tits and off over her head , standing , she played with her tits , I noticed her nipples harden, a clear sign in the old days she wanted fucking. She pored some baby oil over her tits , working it in , looking hot in more ways than one in the sun , then.