My shaft was not fully erected yet somehow but hard enough to penetrate. I guessed maybe because it was still fatigue. So, I sat up in front of her ga...ing pussy (a little wider than her anus was) inserting the whole head first before I leaned forward.“Oohh! Definitely felt that.” She claimed as she looked on.Then I lowered my hips moderately quick in one swift motion to bottom her out on my very first thrust.“Aaaahhhh!!!!.... Fuuuccck!!!” she sounded off as my shaft made its way through her. I worked on an album for this new singer named Bobby Riggs, who was being touted by some of the music people in Nashville as a possible next big sensation in the C & W biz.I had worked several long, hard days on his sessions, and during that time we had sort of become friends. He was a down-home dude who grew up dirt poor and only recently had a taste of fame and fortune, pretty modest though it was at this point. Still, he was no longer living in a tar paper shack at the end of a dirt road,. As I closed the door, I noticed the movie he was watching was a daddy/boy feature and the boy in the scene was sucking off the daddy with gusto. Between the movie and his easy going way, I got super hard in my shorts. His smile grew broader and he said, "So I take it you're open to play? Are you gay or bi?"I grabbed my dick and said "Bi. I love to suck and fuck with men, women or trans. How about you?"He said, "Bi, but I don't get to play as often as I like. My wife is out of town right now, so. “You should have told me Johnny. I love you too, and I trust you, but my father spends way too much time minding my business. I can’t help but think he hired you to spy on me for him.”She didn’t sound angry any longer, only sad and disappointed. That made Johnny feel like an ass, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong. This was one of the times his empathy was more a curse than a gift.“If that was his plan it isn’t working because I haven’t talked to him since the conversation at my parents’.