Um, is that your guitara?”“We got it for the boy we call John Doe, the one you let Ms. Bernstein in to see.”“I did not know he played la guita...a.”“He doesn’t, but he seems to possess a special gift for music. We were hoping he might try.”“Uh, Doctora, I play guitara very good. I could give him lessons if you want. No charge.”“Thank you, but John Doe left us some time during the night. The police are looking for him now.”Raul looked stricken. “He is gone? Oh no! Was it because of me, what I. You grip my shaft tight as I draw in a deep breath from the pleasure. You start rubbing your hand up and down my cock, kissing me faster and harder.As I lie you back on the blanket, pressing hard against your side we continue to play with each other. You gasp as I move my kisses from your lips down your neck and up and around to your ear, nibbling and breathing heavily.You moan and shiver with delight as I nibble on your ear. My fingers are deep inside your pussy now, rubbing your special spot.. Now there are two dozen large, smelly men all over that locker room in various stages of undress, coming in and out of the showers wearing a towel or sometimes less than that, and this girl - I have no idea how old she is - is sitting there with her little tape recorder and her green note pad, licking her lips and batting her eyelashes, and saying things like, "How does it feel to be back in the game?" and "What do you think of Buzzy Harder?" and stuff like that.I was trying to give her short. Janet sat and watched him and I kissing for a minute then suggested we get out and go inside. As we exited the hot tub I saw Billy's cock disappearing into Sandy's mouth, as Cindy held it....We got inside and made it to the sofa where Janet sat down next to me and Paul stood in fron of us with that 10 inch cock in my face. I took that as a cue and started licking it and kissing it. Janet was commenting on this, which made me hotter and hotter. She whispered in my ear that she wanted my tongue.