Her recital nears its climax just as I do.On the edge of erupting across the floor and perhaps her cello as well, I force myself to stop. My slippery,...mushroom-shaped cock tip is crimson red. The veins on my cock shaft are distended and pulsing.Marie casts her cello aside and kneels before me. Her lips wrap around my cock head, sending waves of pleasure through every synaptic pathway in my body.I expect her to pull me into the warm valley of her mouth. But again, Marie surprises me. Her mouth. When I was done, it was still too early to call Tina Callahan on a Sunday morning. I made myself some scrambled eggs, and as I was finishing them up, I remembered the other tapes I had found in Cahn's hidey-hole.Curious, I took the box out of my safe and brought it into the living room. I selected one of the tapes with the cryptic handwritten labels and popped it into the VCR.The tape started immediately - a girl was sitting on a couch, fidgeting nervously. It was obviously an amateur video,. ”“Thank you, John. I’ll think about it.” Maria was quiet as she considered the implications from a business perspective.As they were about to leave, Rosa popped around the corner and said, “If you see Maria, remind her that I’m coming over tomorrow.”Both men turned to look at Rosa. She blushed, but looked back at them without guile. John answered, “Of course, Rosa.”Absentmindedly, Maria said, “Don’t be late tomorrow, Rosa. I don’t know what you and her do, but you’re always late coming back. I could tell by Ron’s movements, and from the glances I stole, he was not in a rush to get off. He had learned how to prolong the sexual high as he slowly ran his fist up and down his cock just enough to keep himself stimulated. I hoped I could do as well tonight.I felt Ron try to hold me closer to him by sliding his hand from my waist to my side. The nightgown I had on with the large armholes for comfort and coolness on hot nights allowed his hand to rest on my skin just below my.