Elisa wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, moaning in my ear every time my manhood was driven deep inside her. I don't know what I was loving more... the feeling of her pussy tightening around my dick with every thrust, or the sound of her soft angelic moans. The water around us was becoming choppier, forming waves that overflowed out of the tub and splashed the floor."There is something I want to try," Elisa whispered in my ear. "Jenny and Carly suggested this."She moved off of my lap and. The threats of the local opera company's management and a bunch of its politically connected backers, their pleas, the loud legal noises made by the lawyers Marilyn and Sam hired for us, nothing would budge them. One Tosca date and then another passed, and another and another until they'd all gone by, and still we were "material witnesses." To what, they declined to say—"national security," they excused themselves.I never saw either Brown or Smith again, we'd been bumped higher up the food. A few hours later we were entering the Bay Area. We pulled off near Candlestick Park and swapped back, and I was the one driving into the city. Thankfully Holly was acting as navigator, and soon I was on the Embarcadero Freeway, which made me nervous. I had never driven on a double-decker freeway before, and it terrified me! Here we were in the city that had the worst earthquake in US history, and there were thousands of tons of concrete bridge just a little ways over our head!Finally we. Obviously it wasn't her son, but just as obviously she thought of Chuckas she might a son growing to be his age. What was missing, Sarah notedwith a twinge of guilt, was the differences between those times andthese. Chuck could easily look a lot more like her son Sarah mused.Her son's flowing ringlets, and soft blond curls, Sarah so loved puttinghis hair into, were not there. Not at first, but there now and shesmiled. Matter is as matter does she mused to herself. Of course boysno longer.