I pushed the piano chair back a bit and picked up my guitar. I began to play you the lullabies I’d written years ago for a girl I knew when I was yo...r age. Never recorded – seldom performed – and only for close friends and family in private moments. But these songs were written by a much younger man – just a boy, really, for exactly this purpose – to gently woo a young lady – a girl… and sing her to sleep. You leaned back in your chair, you closed your eyes. You rested with a faint smile on. She humps her mound against my ass, a motion that she knows I enjoy as much as she does. The feel of her hard muscular thighs as they rub against my ass cheeks is so masculine. She won't use a strap-on with me. She knows that I like the feel of her strong, tall, lean, athletic body without falsehood of any sort. She's clean of tattoos and piercings, except for her ear lobes, and I keep artistic photos of her beautiful body parts on my cell phone to admire when I'm alone. Our fifteen year age. Sensations he felt the more it might defeat the voices of his c***dhood turned into an ever criticising, damning deity..... god saje it was a mental institute he needed not me but i was all. he had right now and I was determined to exorcise him of god, religion and christianity if it was the last thing i did. As he was an Anglican I felt my task was just possible had he been a Catholic priest it wouldn't have happened cos his desires would be sated by the tight butts of hus choirboys...... you. Ann began to have frequent climaxes and got so loud I put a pillow over her face to keep the noise down.Kate was deep throttling me and playing with her self, I could tell when she had several climaxes.I could hold off no longer and spurted in Kate's mouth. She sucked me dry and sat up and asked me if she had made it good for me.I told her it had been wonderful.Kate smiled and told me I tasted good.Kate sat there between my legs fingering herself and watching her husband get Ann to another.