She giggled when I told her to call her son and tell him he had a mess to clean up. That was powerful, to know I had the abiity to make Donald walk, a... if going to his execution, but walk, to his mothers fat spread thighs, then to make him feast on my cream pie, right from his mothers messy, stinky, well fucked, fat cunt, well, that was great. The fat cunt was taunting her son, asking him if he enjoyed eating mommies fuckhole, telling him he would be dressing in girls clothes now, I laughed,. While I'm alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me.I watched, open mouthed as Kristen sang the bridge. She sounded wonderful, and I knew that she was singing right to me. Unlike most of the other songs she sang, this one was breathy and romantic. I played my best accompaniment to her.The second bridge was taken by Archy, who played a very beautiful solo that neatly matched Kristen's singing style perfectly.Kristen grinned at Archy and she sang the last verse."Wow!" was the general. The bar was busy and soon after he arrived, the place emptied almost due to a flight being called for LAX. After getting a drink of fresh orange he found a corner not to dark with the comfiest seat ever, heaven he thought and slumped almost like a dead man into it's arms. There was about 25 people in the bar and he took in the atmosphere and started watching people go about their lives. His companion meanwhile was still stuck in traffic about 5 minutes from the airport and no idea his new found. "Do you want to try frotting?" I asked. Jess's other hand darted over and grabbed my cock - god it felt good. "I was just thinking the same thing." he said. Quickly we both took off our pants and underwear. Jess spread his legs and I spread mine over his. We both guided our cocks together. When they first touched I felt like I was doing something very right. The vision of these two cocks together looked so beautiful, and the feeling of them rubbing together was unbelieveable. "This.