When I saw your lithesome movements blended into the sound of the recorded piano music, my heart seemed to stop beating in order to that I might watch...more perfectly your movements around the piano. I stood in the doorway and watch while your fingers glided effortlessly over the keyboard. You were a lover, pouring your passion into the object of your love, the flowing dance, and the language of that love was the passion of another, long-departed lover written in musical notation between the. I answered "yes the whole banana" . She was very soothing and motherly like, she fixed me a drink and we sat for a few minutes with herhand up my dress on my cock, chatting about what Bill had done to me. That convinced me to stick around. She told me to leave the banana skin on my cock and to serve dinner. That would take my mind off my sore ass and large erection. She said that it would be worth the wait to get her and Bill at the same time in their bed.I was happy and convinced to stay and. .. It all felt so good. And then it started up. The volcano was showing signs of an impending eruption. My cock swelled in her mouth. Once... Twice... And then I came. Hard. Spasm after spasm racked my body, and I could feel my semen come out (no pun intended) she groaned, and took it all-- without complaint. And still, her head kept pumping. Still, my head kept pumping. It got to the end, and died away as suddenly as it had arrived. "My turn, maybe?" I heard her say. I smiled with my eyes. Now I'd done it. Thinking about my husband and fucking had got me going. I could feel how hard my nipples had gotten and looking at Bill's face, I could see that he was staring at them even harder.Oh well, like I said, no harm in revving his motor.As he turned to walk away with a big dumb smile on his face and an extra swagger in his walk, I decided to go home. My last project for the day was done and there wasn't enough time to look at another account. Besides, I wanted to make my husband's.