His long hair fell over his face as he bent his head forwarded. He would throw is head back when he hit the high notes, the muscles in his neck becom...ng taut, His eyes closed tight as the sound traveled through his body. Oh! how magnificent he was. I sat there mesmerized, engulfed in the same world that surrounded him, captured by his beauty, no longer hearing the blaring sound the band was making nor realizing the chatter of my friends.Tonight I will go to watch him again. I have become. ‘Sorry we haven’t introduced ourselves. I’m Tim Dodson, this is my instructor Sandy Faulk. The airplane is mine.’ ‘Nice to meet you. I’m Dennis Dodge and this is my wife Virginia. We manage the Bare Branch Nudist Resort.’ The two shook hands. Virginia remembered catching them in their embrace. She looked at Sandy with a strange look on her face. ‘You two aren’t married?’ Sandy chuckled. ‘Not yet. In fact we’ve never even gone on a date, unless you call shooting an ILS approach a date. I think. "I was just scratchin'" Just scratching your pussy?" Yeah. It was itchin'"My cock was itchin' too, as I walked to the bed and sat down with her. I had wanted some pussy so badly and now, here it was, I told myself. Christa was under my control now, wasn't she? But, I reasoned, if I was going to get what I needed from her, I had to play this just right.Looking down at her reddening, cute, little face, I said, "Christa, I think you were being naughty, don't you?" Na-na-naughty?" Yes. Playing with. Instead of fighting him, she opened dark lips and slid them easily down the length of his shaft. The ring of her throat closed around the tip and her hands tightened on his balls. He hissed through his teeth and arched into her mouth. At this rate, she’d drain him in a minute or two, and he’d paid good money to keep her attention for a while. Using his hand in her hair, he dragged her head back. ‘Get on your knees.’ His voice came out rasped and harsh with lust. Pouring another ounce of liquor.