Leonard. As she bowed to the appreciative crowd, Nathaniel Howe began to squirm in his chair. Mozart. The child prodigy he was compared to growing up....Howe’s medium was not the piano, the harpsichord, the violin, or the flute. His was the guitar. He composed his first song at four, gave his first concert at eight, and by 10, was touring worldwide. He loved music, it was his only friend. But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of. I kept driving into her and she started shaking again, only this time she started thrashing, almost like she was having an epileptic fit. This was simply too much for me, and I started slamming into her with quick short strokes, wanting to finish quickly because I couldn't tell how much longer Shani was going to be here with us.As her pussy quivered around me, drawing me further into her, her juices easing my rapid motion in and out, I felt my balls begin to draw up. At that moment I shoved. Not exactly the fairy tale epic moment I had planned in my head."Jen, is that you?" her voice was definitely confused now."It's me, I had to find you and they said you were here so... Here I am." I don't," she started. "But how-" she said, clearly lost for words. I just stood silently there for a moment taking her in, and in that brief silence, we both just eyed each other lost for words."It's beautiful isn't it?" she finally asked, nodding at the sky. "This almost feels surreal to me you being. "You cannot tell ANYONE, you cannot record us in anyway, no doing it in front of anybody." she said confidently.After gathering up some courage I said "Agreed but on one condition, I have a hair fetish and I cannot hide that."On saying that, she removed her hair from her bun and played with it like a horny female, and I was definitely attracted to that.We then went upstairs to her bedroom and started with the foreplay: I undressed her and she bent away from me while I started to eat her out..