Hard. On the shoulder. I pushed her away and held her at arm's length. We were both crying now."I had nothing! He didn't let me graduate from high sch...ool. I didn't have a job. I had no friends. I had no money. I had no car. I had nowhere to go." She spat each piece at me like she was trying to hurt me. And then her face crumpled and she collapsed against me and clung to me like a frightened baby.But when my arms went around her, she flung herself off of me and curled into a tight ball on the. While she worked my cock using just her mouth, she started to finger my butt. The deeper her finger went into my ass, the harder my cock got. GILF made eye contact with me most of the time while she worked my cock and ass. She wasn't able to deep throat me, she would gag after only taking about half of me into her mouth. After a few minutes I had to bury myself inside her old pussy.I pulled away from her, grabbed her hand and lead her to the back to the bed where MILF was tied. GILF hesitated. " No," she said. She was sad, but angry, too. "Something happened! You weren't like this before. Something happened to make you change your mind. I demand to know what! I deserve that! I deserve to know what happened!"She was yelling at me. She pounded on my chest with her fists. She was furious. God, what do I do now. How do I tell her?Suddenly, the look on her face changed. She was staring at me, but not at my face. Her brow wrinkled in confusion. She snatched something out of my pocket. A. And there was also the beauty of a voice whose range was much greater than any folk singer I'd ever heard before, but more intimate and inviting than that of a trained classical soprano or contralto.So, for the two sets of Crystal Passion's concert, there was laughter at her jokes, tears to some of her tunes and a profound fluttering of my heart in between times.I was pleased to discover in the interval that I wasn't the only one in my group of friends who was smitten. Curiously enough, Andrea.