. mmmm... too sexy for my... mmmm... so sexy it... mmmm..."She threw a handful of blueberries onto the quickly cooking batter, and reached up past her...head to let Fred eat a berry from her fingers. He took her whole forefinger into his mouth as he freed his cock and began sliding it between her now soaking pussy lips. He wriggled his shorts to the floor and kicked them aside.He ran his tongue up and down her finger like she did to his cock, and then sang back to her as she flipped the pancakes. She lowered herself onto him again, but this time facing me. She grinned, and said 'You can come over here now', so I stood and walked over. She took me in her mouth and started to suck me, deep. I felt her body shake as he forced hard inside her. I played with her tits, then grasped her shoulders and controlled her movements. I didnt want to come too soon.After a long silence, Mike suddenly spoke. He said 'I've dreamed about this for a long time, and believe me, A, its every bit as good as I. No more Marullos, last night had been the final Rigoletto. We were finishing off the season with Turandot, and I'd be singing a nameless character that the libretto just calls "a mandarin." I did a lot of roles that didn't have names, mainly because they weren't important enough: "a messenger," "a soldier," "a doctor," like that. Even Marullo would have been just "a courtier" except the lead needs a name to call him in the second and third acts. It was the curse of the comprimario. The ones. Even though I had soaked through mine, the feeling was still incredible. I must have kept it going for a good 10 minutes it felt so good. I would glance up and see that Steve was staring at my pussy and he seemed to enjoy the show that was in front of him. Without any warning, he pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger into my very wet pussy. "It feels so tight" he said. He slid in another finger and began to finger fuck me. He was very aggressive and my tassels were bouncing all over.