I did read one concert review in Rolling Stone about their Indianapolis show that suggested all was not total happiness and joy, and hinted that there... was 'unrest backstage' and wondered, "What the heck happened to their original 'genius' of a bass player anyway?" Sorry, I made that last bit up, but there was a comment about the rhythm section being out of synch.I saw further hints of trouble in paradise when Spin ran an interview with DROoL's songbirds, Erin and Faith, who gave their usual. I feel Frank speed up his thrusting and his cock growing even thicker as he approaches his climax. I glace across and see Joey fucking my wife with quick deep thrusts and see her lunge against him in a concert of ****. They are both close to coming too. The sight of my wife being ****d, and her obvious pleasure is too much and sends me over the top, at Frank's next lunge deep into me, I come. An earth shattering orgasm that starts deep in my arse, then travels to my cock, and forces my balls to. We both were high in our own world and were not aware that a teacher had entered the room. It was Deepa Madam.She locked us on and told she will inform it to the principal. We begged her to keep it with herself. After lot of cries and pleadings from my drama queen, Ruby, deepa madam agreed to it. She warned us and threatened to reveal it to authorities if we repeat any of these acts again. She allowed Ruby to go and asked me to come to her staff room.While I walked to the staff room, I had no. He sits up and tells me to lay down on the bed. I obey, and being uncomfortable in my jeans ask him to take them off. He does so eagerly, leaving me almost completely exposed and vulnerable to him. My lower self is throbbing now, with every heartbeat it becomes more aware in my consciousness. He instead focuses on my breasts, sucking and fondling them as well as exploring my body. His hands slowly gravitate closer and closer to my pussy, caressing my inner thighs and showering them with kisses..