, turned out he and I had something in common. Like me, this guy was crazy about the old pop ballads from the '30's and 40's. A couple days later, he ...ropped by my room, a little cubby hole on the second floor."They tell me downstairs that you play Jazz Guitar?" he said, coming right to the point."Yeah. I play a little, but I don't know too many Pop Tunes. I just recently started trying to learn some stuff off of a Glenn Miller record. About all I know how to really play is Country Music.". You bring her in outside of the cold and pull her close to give her some warmth. Then you lead her to the living room and sit her on top of the piano and spread her legs so you can get a better view of her freshly shaven pussy. She enjoys you looking and moves her hand down to the top of her clit and starts to rub it. You want to taste her but she does not let you she makes you watch her please her self and knows you want her badly making her even hotter. She starts to a moan a little and. I had girlfriends when my cock needed them. My very first girlfriend was such a cock hungry bitch. She just could not live without sucking me off every chance she got. As a matter of fact, all her daily 3-liter requirement of liquids was my ball’s juice given to her orally or through her pussy. She would wear me out all the times and still when I found her cheating on me and giving her greedy cunt to another guy; I simply broke off with her. Then I always had girlfriends and some liked to be. Slightly sweet, slightly salty, completely delicious. As she bobbed on my prick, she softly massaged the lower shaft with both hands, her breasts pressed against my stomach, her nipples firm against me. She scooted up slightly allowing my oral ministrations to be focus on the firm little bud beneath her clitoral hood. Jacqui’s clit was about the size of a pencil eraser, just enough to inhale between my lips as I continued to roll my tongue across it. My senses were in flames. What I saw, what I.