When he heard him talking about music, he realized it was Sandra.He considered getting up, but decided to wait for the phone to come to him. He checke...d his watch, surprised at the lateness of the hour. I guess I have to get up, he realized.He made his way out to the kitchen."Hey," he said.Vittorio turned around, laughing at something Sandra had said."Yes, that's how it is!" he said in Italian. "Here he is now. Ciao, Sandra."Vittorio held out the phone for Richard."Do you want an espresso?" he. Had he wanted, he could unzip and plunge to his dick’s content without bending over at all. And he would. Later. For now, he wanted to taste her. Leaving his pants zipped up, he leaned over her prone form. Not touching any other part of her body, he pulled a desire-hardened nipple into his mouth. Jodi moaned, blindly stabbed her fingers into his green tinged hair. Her body bowed up, as if it were seeking to touch his. He released the bud to detangle her hands from his hair and pressed them. Pete sent me this really nice silk robe, and it’s funny. The first thing I thought of when I saw it is that it would make a great outfit to wear on stage. I could wear a matching bra and panties under it, and I could put it back on when I finished a set, surely my nipples being obvious through it. I had been shown a trick about using ice on them before going on stage. And one night he called me, just before Mel was supposed to pick me up as we were going to do a shoot together. I basically cut. For the price of the hobo’s beer we could have bought twice as many beads. But then again, that would not have been much of a conquest. The hungry band chowed down on a buffet featuring red beans & rice, jumbalaya, Cajun cooked turkey, that wasn’t all that spicy, and bread pudding for dessert. Anyway, we got the band members eating while the house band played some Cajun. After eating the band leader and a local lady there gave us all a waltz lesson. The band members joined in until it turned.