" Where..." I am not sure..." La Sorelli's dressing room..." Hurry!" Come on, Erik!" Erik, let us go!" Now, Erik!" Please?"Then Erik felt one large, s...rong hand grip his upper arm and a small, delicate hand push at the center of his back. Between the two hands, they propelled him down the corridor towards the backstage dressing rooms of the opera house's prima performers. Quickly, they passed the dressing rooms until at last they came to a dimly lit passageway where only a single gas light. It was likebeing back in school myself. My name is Laurel Hennessey and I wasthirty-one years old that cold November afternoon. I'd been summoned to schoolbecause my son, Jeff, had gotten into a fight and was going to be suspended,or possibly expelled.I sat there wishing, for the ten-thousandth time, that my husband, James,hadn't gotten himself killed in a stupid accident while driving drunk. Iwished I was younger and prettier and had a husband to help me. I'd looked atmyself in the. I felt Stephs body start to tense up and I knew she was getting close to cumming. I picked up the pace knowing I wasn’t far behind. “Oh god daddy yes! Just like that! Uuhhh don’t stop! Uuhhh yes yes! Fuck I’m gonna cum I’m gonna aahhhhh!” Stephs body went stiff but she was also shaking on my cock. I began filling her ass full of cum which only intensified her orgasm. I pulled my cock out of my daughters ass and let her recover. Sarah quickly took Stephs place by their mom and Stacey began. ..that?"Turning towards the window the two of you behold the mailman scribbling a message backwards a crossed the once pristine glass of your window pane reading "you've been chosen". Great what kind of nut is this? Screaming in outrage you hurl yourself out of bed and throw open the window, unfortunately for him causing the mailman to lose his balance and fall into the shrubbery below. Realizing the man was alright didn't temper your outrage however as you yell at the poor smuck as he slowly.