At the end of the corridor, he opened a door and guided me through. It was a private box. Mr Johnson sat in the corner with his back to the grand circ...e of public seating, and I sat next to him. The seats were a lot more comfortable than the seats I’m used to in theatres, and we had a clear view of the stage. Two glasses of champagne sparkled merrily on the small table beside us. Waiting for the play to start, he asked me about my work at the university and I explained about my research into. I was staring at a mirror that was attached to a long dresser kind of thing against the wall, and what I saw was a seventeen year old boy, not too bad looking, sunburned around the face, wearing a shirt and, where his dick should have been, was this big fluffy blond Farrah Fawcett hairdo that made it look like the boy had pubic hair you’d expect to see on Big Foot. I had to grin.What Shirley Miles saw as she ‘parted the grass’ by pulling my underwear down to my knees, was the bobbing tool that. She is standing there, looking a little alone, lost, her red lips sipping on a white wine. “My god, she is just breathtaking,” I think to myself. Smiling as I walk up to her I say, “Come on, lets go outside and watch this on the big screen, then you’ll be able to hear the horses thundering past the finish line.” “Oh fantastic.” She smiles, full of excitement as she grabs hold of my extended arm, inviting her to link me, and with a smile she holds my arm and I accompany her outside. The. I cum over and over and over and I think damn my baby sure love to eat pussy lol after the feast is over (or so I thought) I quickly undress him before pushing him down on the bed and kiss him long slow and passionately pinching his nipples making him shake a little, I kiss down his chest and stomach until I get to his rock hard dick, I lick the tip tasting the precum now oozing out of the head (oh how I love that taste) I take the head in my mouth stopping there to enjoy the after taste before.