I love the smell of fresh clean cock and pubes. I moaned as he fucked my face. As I reached outward, my hand grasped another rigid cock that was in ne...ed of a good jerking. Someone then stuck 'poppers' under my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. With my head feeling warm and pulsating, I must have acted like a rabid she-bitch as I suddenly began to pump furiously onto my dates cock as I took him as deep into my guts as he would go. Jizm began to explode from my dick. "Oh God baby!" I bellowed. "You. “We’re just down the road from the opera house. Keep it together until we get back to our motel. But you have to fix your blouse first.”She stood there. Her purse hung from one hand, and the other still clutched the baton she’d picked up. Her body felt frozen again. She let her chin drop and saw that the top five buttons of her blouse were still undone. She lifted the hand with the purse, and then the hand holding the baton.“I can’t,” she said, near panic.His fingers reached and she watched as. She started wriggling and squirming as I kept up the pressure on her slit and she seized up again and got wetter and slicker. She is moaning and sighing and grabbing and pulling at my body. I slip down her body until my mouth is over her slit, I stroked my tongue over her and she lunged up to me as she went rigid and squirted from between her lips. She rolled her body up and put her hands on my head pushing my face deeper in to her sloppy slit. I laved my tongue over her opening and again she. I wrote lyrics to many of her old pieces, and it was the best stuff I’d ever done. I was in awe of her talent as a composer, and as a performer. Her voice and stage persona were electrifying. And beyond all that, she was a smart conversationalist, and could give an opinion on any subject. She was brash and shy, smart about the world and dumb about herself, she was a concert of contradictions. Pure jazz. My Jazzy Girl. And for four vibrant (though passionless) days we were inseparable. Then.