Then her fingers parted in a vulgar semblance of the Vulcan greeting and in so doing she opened to my inspection the light pink and damn near white, s...ooth glistening entrance into her depths! As I watched, beads of woman dew coalesced and rained down the smooth sides to the bottom closure of her wound. There the drops spilled over and raced for her anus before soaking the bed beneath her. I had to remind myself to breath and when I did the intoxicating essence of her arousal overloaded my. John was especially partial to her perfectly red lips. Suddenly he heard his mother say "and this is my son Jonathan". Jon stood up, still in his pyamas, and noticed that the bulge of his hardon could be seen through his pants. He desperately hoped that his mother woudn't see it although his mother had her back to him. Rose however had a clear view of his cock if she looked down. As jon walked up to her he couldn't help looking down at her chest instead of her eyes. When he finally looked in. It was Priscilla who had introduced him to the world of opera and ballet. It was Priscilla who had access through her clients to tickets for Covent Garden. That was how Harry came to know Beethoven's "Fidelio" and the soaring denouement of "O namenlose Freude" which subsequently harmonised so well with a stiff cock and a rapid hand. But more significantly, it was exposure to classical ballet that sowed the seed of Harry's next fixation. Sitting in the darkened stalls, occasionally. After about another hour all four girls were getting pretty drunk, eventually they made it out on the dance floor. They held on to their bottles and shook it up trying to make each other laugh or trying to embarrass one another. They would grab each others asses, grind into each others crotches, and laugh about it, Sheila even lifted my wifes skirt giving everyone a split second glimpse of her white jeweled thong. The guys in the bar were getting a pretty good show and my wife and her friends.