..So I surrender to his touch, I let him finger me, because it feels so good as he rubs and touches me so intimately. My tongue gives him further asse...t, rubbing and sliding along the shaft and the head more vigorously as my hands grab his hard slim butt and guide his gentle thrusts, pushing his hardness in and out of my wet mouth. I glance up, still bent over with one of his hands softly stroking the longish hair on my head and his dick still fucking my face, look into his eyes as his finger. Friday night was orgy night - everyone and anything goes. Sometimes we used the living room floor or the basement. The sex chair down there started to get a real workout.Saturday and Sunday we spent back with our normal bed partners. Jenny and I spent Saturday nights just holding each other and talking, making plans. Sunday was all passion. I loved them all equally but it seemed the best was always with Jenny.Out of those plans came the decision to have a contractor finish the three bedrooms. It was a credit to Barricelli’s skill that all the various elements; vocal and instrumental, coalesced so effortlessly into an organic whole. His hands moved like the hands of a master magician; creating music as though he were conjuring beauty out of the air.When she applauded, Claudia applauded from her heart and this night she felt herself a tiny but integral part of the great swell of appreciation. Barricelli took his bow and the applause went on. He honoured each section of the orchestra. ‘So you’re not planning to join your kinsmen in their evil trade?’ Chidebem asked searchingly. ‘Even if I had any such intentions, this has taught me a lesson.’ He paused for a moment, and then with a glitter in his eyes, declared, ‘but there are times I feel the urge to do it just to show them that I’m not a coward.’ Then he laughed softly at the look of dismay his words brought to Chidebem’s face. They went on talking for a little while longer, with Augustine filling Chidebem in on his.