She didn't seem to notice us: it was as if we were viewing her own private ritual. I stood at the back of the class and stared unashamedly. The whole ...hour, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless grace. I took in every detail, drinking her in. The stark bones at her collar and wrists, the arch of her spine, the firm, pink nipples that grazed her t-shirt. She barely spoke as she moved: her few words sounded like a lullaby. “Deep breath...suck your belly in...drop your. I guess we both feel like that. There's always a welcome in my vagina for either of them, but it's definitely Jocelyn's home.The thought's never far from my mind while we play our quartets, whether I'm watching the passion in their eyes during sad Russian music, or their devotion to Beethoven's sublime late quartets. I was always specially aware of Elijah and Jocelyn.That's till I 'discovered' Cherish.It was another quartet who approached us and started it all.Somehow they must have sensed we. ”“I reject that argument. If your pussy is mine, my cock is definitely yours,” I said.“Would you like to fuck her?” Connie asked.“She’ll make someone a great Norwegian grandmother someday. To be crude about it, most guys would do her with a single bag, but I’ve made love to you, and I could never insult you by settling for anyone less than you,” I said.“Plus, you could never respect yourself if you settled, could you?” Connie asked.When we got home, I stripped Connie and had her put on a black. .awesome was the right word. He said when I asked later, “that I thought, well I had handed her over, for better or worse and it was what she had wanted!” Alex was striking home hard into a little brunette on screen two, and there was much going on. On two or three of the other screens men had women some in shackles, some in bed all in extasy…, on the left hand bottom screen a woman with a long whip was giving a chap stripes, so our man feeling a bit tired, it fitted his mood perfectly, to sit.