My cock was soon rock hard, her tongue running up and down my shaft. I started to fuck her mouth. She was gagging as my cock hit the back of her throa..., sucking me the best she could. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my cock all the way into her mouth, shooting cum down her gagging throat.I pulled her over to the sofa and pushed her over the arm Her nice big tits where pushing into the cushion her ass up in the air. I didn't have to pull up her skirt it had ridden up over her tight. Tosca starts from the wings; she gave my hand a last squeeze, and began singing: "Mario, Mario!"—amusingly his character's first name was the same as our tenor's—and she made her entrance. There was a quick burst of applause as she did, but Gerry refused to defer to it and it quickly subsided.My God, I thought idly, suppose opera audiences started to adopt the same etiquette, or lack of it, as rock audiences. They'd scream and scream for her and every note she sang would be unheard. Opera by. I told him it was OK and I will suck on his cock any time. I put him on the desk, without jeans, so I could sit in the chair and take his sweet cock. He kept moaning, while I gave him a very slow and easy blow job! It lasted a few minutes until his pecker filled up my mouth, I love feeling my mouth being filled with creamy warm fluid! Oh, God! I was very surprised to find out that PJ never told any other guys about me. He thought he was keeping me for himself after work but I had other ideas. I. “You quit the pill to tamp down your goddamned mood swings,” Sasha sighed. “Besides you know he’s fucking other women.”“And I am too!” Frieda growled.“Other boys?!” Sasha’s voice cracked. “They’re younger than him, right?”“Yeah, they’re all younger,” Frieda agreed. She ignored correcting the “other boys” assumption. Frieda had just told her mother that she was fucking women. It was Sasha’s fault if she didn’t get that. Fucking moms! They don’t listen.“Frieda,” Sasha said, taking a heavy breath..