I'm repelled by the programme." I waved the brochure. "Boheme, Butterfly, Tosca, and Turandot!" And?" Three Verdis! Aida, Traviata, and Don Carlos; tw... Mozarts: Magic Flute and Figaro; Faust; and Cole Porter's Anything Goes!. And they're starting out with The King and I!"Don't be such a snob! I think that most of the Puccini we've been to is sentimental and insincere. But they're tuneful and you don't have to think hard about them." Well, I loved the Ring in Melbourne. And we both really did. "Moving towards her, I gasped as her full, red lips closed over the dome and I felt her tongue rolling around the sensitive skin, she used a hand to fondle my testicles and kept the other one on Anne's head to keep her tongue busy in her slit.Anne's face was awash with mum's copious juices, but she was loving it, pulling the panties from mum's pussy she handed them up to me and they both watched as I wiped my face with them.Mum moaned again as she watched me and moved position slightly for. Quickly, I bring my arm back and slap her tit again. She cries out. I slap her tit again, right on the nipple. She dances on the spot, rubbing and playing with her nipple, her chained arm jangling uselessly above her head. I slap her again, and she gives a moan of pleasure mixed with pain. Reaching forward, I tear the rest of the dress off her body. The fabric yanks her body around as it comes off, pulling her against the handcuff chain. ?Yessss?? she said hoarsely, now standing naked. He pulled his big cock from her mouth and as she looked up at him, his cock began to jerk violently and his big balls erupted all over her face. As he pumped his cum, my mom was rubbing his balls and using his cock to smear it all over her face, finishing it off back in her mouth. I was thinking “God what a slut my sweet mom is” as I pulled my own big cock out to jack off to her slutiness.After that, the guy with the truck left and some of the other men, guided her over to a picnic table right.