I reluctantly pulled my dick out of her as her ass lifted high off of the couch. “HOLY FUCK! FUCK YEAAAAAAAAA!” She yelled out as I watched her pu...ssy muscles contract in her now gaping hole and was greeted with a shot of pussy juice splashing against my chest. Her ass fell back to the couch as she frigged her clit hard with her hand, then she lifted her ass again, and more pussy juice came shooting out, hitting my chest again. I must admit that was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.. "I grabbed something on my way home." I'm sorry." Stop being sorry and just say what you want to say. You've been acting weird for a few weeks now.."I pulled my body up so we were face to face, nose to nose. "I'm afraid."Mark's eyes were alert as they scanned my face. "What is it, Lucy?" We started physical. We are always physical. Is that it? Sometimes I think we're not even friends."His hand skimmed down my arm and took a hold of my hand. "You're not usually so mushy."I lowered my eyes to his. "Sorry?" Next season. I'm repelled by the programme." I waved the brochure. "Boheme, Butterfly, Tosca, and Turandot!" And?" Three Verdis! Aida, Traviata, and Don Carlos; two Mozarts: Magic Flute and Figaro; Faust; and Cole Porter's Anything Goes!. And they're starting out with The King and I!"Don't be such a snob! I think that most of the Puccini we've been to is sentimental and insincere. But they're tuneful and you don't have to think hard about them." Well, I loved the Ring in Melbourne. And. ." he was pausing every few words, searching for the right script; I wanted to applaud him, he was doing brilliantly. A lesser man would have simply stepped up to the plate and started fucking. " ... that feelings ... seemingly opposed feelings ... would overcome you." I ... I suppose," I sobbed."For example," he continued. "Here you are, still utterly helpless and frightened, and yet..." his hand cupped my searing pussy, " ... and yet, when I do this, you probably still find it arousing.