. fear, Papa said that a truly talented vocalist could cause their audience to experience any emotion they wished. My Papa taught me to sing, but it h...s been many years since I trained with him. It has been many years since I could hear the music. When Papa died, I could no longer hear the music and I could no longer sing.He took her hand in his and kissed it gently."You need not speak of it if it is too painful..."She quietly silenced his words with a determined shake of her head."No, I am the. I could taste the not quite salty taste of my lubricant, and the sticky grainy taste of his. The two mixed together tripped my orgasmic trigger. It might have been the first time I ever came from just the feeling and taste of a cock in my mouth.His cock was only a normal size, so I was able to force it into my throat as a kind of punishment for my actions. I rode his cock during my orgasm. I felt it move in and out of my throat as I gasped for air and grasp his hips for more of his cock in my. His hands moved down to her chest area as he gently massaged around each of her beautiful breasts. His hands then continued to make their way down her luscious body until he had reached each of her feet again. He now pulled out a long tail feather from his bag. He began to gently run it over my wife’s tender body as it now had become extremely sensitive to the touch. My wife again let out several soft sighs as Josh ran the feather up and down over each of her legs. He then moved it down to her. I guess I was too busy getting in trouble. I met Mary the first day of school. She was walking down the hall with two other girls and I couldn't take my eyes off her for some ungodly reason. She looked at me and smiled."Hi, I'm Mary. Welcome to Eastmoor High." As I mentioned, her smile would brighten up a room."Hi to you too. I'm John, John Davis. Glad to meet you."She introduced her two friends and then they headed down the hall. I swear a lightening bolt struck me right there. I'd had.