As Tim and I often do we sized them up and picked out the one that we liked best. We had been friends for years but we never seemed to pick the same g...rl. I often wondered why. I think it was because I always tried to pick cute sweet girls while Tim picked cheap easy sluts. Each to his own!Being ever the gentleman that I am I asked the one that I had picked out if I could rub some suntan lotion on her back so that she wouldn’t burn. Tim was right there as usual offering his services to the. “So, you’re going to let me fuck you?” I asked, trying to put the frighteners on her. Angela gasped, clearly taken aback, but she quickly gathered that inner cruelty. “Yes,” she said with a nasty sneer. She draped a leg over each arm of the chair, positioning herself in the most obscene way yet. Taking up the challenge, I dropped to my knees, unzipped my flies and pulled out my fully-erect cock, positioning it between her legs; using it like a knife at her throat. Angela’s expression reminded. She got up, and sat down, taking out a cloth from her small purse, and first cleaned off all the keys. She looked up and said to me, “Germs, Michael!”I got out my songbook from BRIGADOON and asked her to play its Overture as best she could. She removed my music holder and took my small keyboard, moving it to on top of my new one, and turned it on.Why hadn’t I thought of that?She was quite good, if not better than I and it was really good and over much too quickly. Applause was immediate and she. Then she pulled her finger out and held it under the old man’s nose, letting him smell her intimate juices before rubbing his lips with her finger. Mr. Roth gladly opened his mouth, licking her finger clean of her sweet juices. This was most likely the first time in more than a decade he had tasted pussy juice and Trina was aroused by feeding hers to him this way. Ben watched Trina with Mr. Roth, totally aroused by what he was witnessing. He quickly removed his scrubs and stepped forward. He.