Deciding on a deep red wine dress shirt and a nice pair of dark blue jeans, he then slipped on his brown loafers and a belt to complete the ensemble.L...tting Melody know that he was done, he watched her shapely ass bounce as she strutted to the shower. He then walked out to his practice studio and unpacked his C trumpet. Mike began his warm-ups, adjusting himself to each note he played as if he were entering a swimming pool one step at a time. After finishing his scales, breathing exercises, and. . of joy ... of passion ... of utter release ... as her juices gushed into my ravenous mouth. I lapped and sucked and imbibed voraciously, not wanting to miss a drop of her precious nectar. And she continued to spurt on and on, riding my face like a bucking bronco, seemingly forever, until she gradually slowed down to a sway before fully relaxing and coming to a stop. She slid off onto her back, now completely oblivious to me, to slumber contentedly in her post orgasmic haze. Left. He was a player, a charmer and knew exactly the way to melt any woman.And here he was, in my actual life, walking towards me with a crooked smile on his handsome face. He looked like a greek God walking amongst mere mortals. Of course he recognised me the moment he saw me, I could tell because he wouldn’t stop grinning. While I observed him walking towards me I could see all this muscles beneath all those clothes. He was a little over 6 feet and was a walking bag of well tonnes muscles. He. ” “I was just headed there myself,” she said. “Care to buy me a drink?” “My pleasure,” I said. As we arrived to the bar she turned and asked me what I was going to have to drink. “A very dirty, no a filthy dirty, vodka martini,” I replied. “And how about you?” “Oh, I’ll be boring and just have a Cosmo.” I ordered the drinks and when they were ready handed over the conical glass filled with pink liquid to her, while I took a quick slurp of the slightly muddy fluid in mine. “Can I have a sip,”.