It was Tessie’s turn. A pregnant moment of silence hovered over the house, and then Tessie’s long, slender, fragile digits descended upon the keys..., giving birth to sound. At that moment she became the music, soaring with the brilliance of Beethoven’s genius, dimming with his dark minor-keyed interludes, storming through his fortissimo passages, and coming to rest with lilting reveries. It was a new spirit she felt that night. She had never felt it before, but it carried her fingers across the. They danced a fast one and he helped hold her up as she dug into his muscular arms under his shirt. He was getting hard watching her sway and toss her sexy reddish brown hair. Then, a slow one and he said, "your husband was cool and let us dance before, I am sure he won't mind one more" and he pulled her to him tight. He told me later she seemed to melt into him and stopped pushing back as she felt his hard cock grow against her he said she began to grind her hips and push her tits and pussy. She didn’t see why she would; no formal events were coming up that she was aware of. It was warm enough for her to wear the red dress that Mike had bought her when they first started going out in October. How long ago that seemed, and yet it was only slightly more than half a year. She knew that the dress was not really appropriate for Mike’s mood, but they did have to move on. Besides, it was getting hot and Ruthie was eager to enjoy the fresh air on her skin.It was still early enough to drive. ”Another minute or two went by in silence.“This is not how I expect you to clean up after yourself in my house” was all she said for another few minutes. Then, “Lick it off my fingers” she demanded extending her hand toward my face. I was blown away. She wanted me to lick my own semen off of her hand. She forced her hand closer to my face. “Open your mouth or I will open it for you!” she half shouted. My mouth fell ajar as she started to fume. I could not force my jaw shut as she kept it open.