It must be a tribute to her, which means this really is her last concert." ... so it's back to the music," Fionna was saying. "Can I assume you all kn...w our set list for tonight?"The guitar player just smiled and started playing. Once again, Ken's attention was stolen by the music. And once stolen, it wasn't returned for the entire concert, as they didn't take a break. All the musicians were just amazing, but Fionna held the center stage and the music that poured from her instrument was almost. There was a moment of stillness when he bottomed out inside me.I lay on my back on the desk looking up into his handsome face, at his powerful chest and shoulders then down across my own flat skinny tummy to the place where our bodies were now joined, his dark pubic triangle grinding hard against my own.“Are you okay Polly?” he whispered.Was I okay? My belly felt as full as it had ever felt, my entrance was stretched tighter than it had ever been, even by Dave. My chest felt tight too and I. If not for the waiting breakfast and my aching body, I would of had her right then. I drew back to see her open her emerald eyes and smiling up at me. She stretched some then hopped out of bed. "How aren't you stiff?" I asked, astonished. "Years of being used to it." She winced as her legs closed then spread them apart again, "You sure did a number on my pussy though. Want to kiss it and make it better?" She asked with a mischievous grin on her face as she grabbed her own tits. My. Or that both of her nipples, were at my beck and call. If I was unhappy and screamed for her to make me happy, she would undo her bra and put my face and open mouth on a swollen nipple. With nothing but titties to look at and suck on, I would stop my tantrum in seconds. At times I can remember rubbing her hot and wet pussy with with the top of my foot. Trying to wiggle my toes over her clit. Our breathing would become one, rise and fall in quicking pace, as I worked her hot young body as she.