I threw her on to my bed and climbed between her thighs, kissing and licking every inch of her body, intentionally ignoring her pussy with the excepti...on of brushing her clit on occasion. Driving her crazy before I had to taste her, my tongue dancing around her beautiful pierced clit. My fingers exploring her folds before pushing one inside her and then two, soaking them and my sheets. I ate her pussy for nearly twenty minutes before she begged for more. I stood up and she pushed me down, taking. It was not long before Joan approached her climax, and I was riding along with her. We came so nearly to simultaneously that it was not possible to detect who had orgasmed first. She seemed ready to quit for a bit of a rest, and I did not have much to work with myself, so I just let my cock remain in place as it became limp. I do have a considerable difference in length when I am hard and when I am flaccid, so she could feel me retract as I shrank in length. There was not much change in. I'd blown through the beginner and intermediate lessons on my own. I didn't think I'd ever be an outstanding guitarist; I just wanted to become competent.I began to dig into my collection of sheet music, the vast majority of which I'd acquired before the lightning strike, in search of other tunes to learn on the guitar. One in particular, buried near the bottom of the box, grabbed my attention: "Morning Has Broken", for guitar and piano. An idea began to form inside my head. Specifically, I. She climbed astride me and directed her pussy over my slick cock letting it settle to the hilt, then leaned forward and placed her face next to mine."Oh Matt, what have I done?" she whispered.Her finger slipped over my lips as if to hush me, there was nothing I could say to make her feel better. Eventually, she rolled from me and cuddled in and we lay deep in our thoughts until an exhausted sleep took us.The early morning sun woke us and we lay with our bodies just touching."How are you this.