As my swelling shaft began to fill her mouth, she bobbed her head faster and faster, at the same time increasing the suction of her mouth and the pres...sure of her cheeks and tongue. For some reason I hit the play button on my CD player and the opening strains from the overture of Vivaldi’s opera Bajazet began to fill the room. The stately music contrasted piquantly with the scene before me – her tongue sliding up and down every inch of my cock. I took her sun glasses off and marveled at her eyes. Their shocked expressions had been replaced by big grins. When we arrived in my room Lydia and I went to the shower first. As soon as we were wet she said, ‘Let me show you the kind of woman you are fucking tonight,’ and promptly began to piss on my leg. I said, ‘Understood,’ and began to piss on her pussy. She moaned and took over the aiming of my stream. I had just enough piss to give her a small orgasm. I took her into my arms and kissed her for a while. That ‘watersport’ episode was a first. Now of course, the real Jonas McCracken would have known that,wouldn't he? And I am sure that Rev. Olson would be prepared to come toCalifornia to testify in court that you are not the real JonasMcCracken."The room seemed a bit hot, and I asked him to turn on the airconditioning, but he said it wasn't working properly. My head began toache."OK," he said, "I suppose I have to tell you. I am not Jonas McCracken,just a California beach bum, seriously considering ending my life. I hadno money, no. ”“See what I mean?” I moaned. “Everybody’s trying to keep everything secret, but you can’t. Even Grandma figured it out.”“Nessa did say something about that. She was very upset. I’d like to talk about that, but not now.”“I don’t know what to do,” I moaned.“I know, baby. Things have gotten out of hand.”“I don’t want to hurt anybody,” I said. “It was fun, for a while, but it’s getting too hard.”“Do you just want to stop?” she asked.“No,” I whined. “I’d go crazy. I love you. I love all of you. I.