Leyla moved her hand up and down on it faster and her breathing increased.The door to the toilets opened and a pair of heels could be heard."Leyla, it...'s Monica. I was worried about you. Are you alright sweetie?"Leyla's hand couldn't stop moving up and down on her new dick and her breathing grew heavier and heavier until she cried out and her body convulsed on the toilet seat as her first ejaculation spurted out all over her hand."Open the door, honey," Monica said. She quickly opened the door. . The Gettysburg address—hum a tune—anything."I thought a moment, took a big breath, and started to sing,“Blue moon... You saw me standing alone... Without a dream in my heart... Without a love of my own.”I started softly but sang louder after the pianist heard me and picked up my song, followed by the guitarist..“Blue moon...You knew just what I was there for... You heard me saying a prayer... For someone I really could care for.”Soon, the whole orchestra was playing with me, impromptu. Henry. You can’t stop there because that’s a cop-out.” Rachel smiled. “Got me. This is embarrassing. Do I really have to say?”“Yes. I did so you have to.”Rachel took more of gulp of her wine than a sip and then started.“Sometimes my husband and I watch adult movies. We used to rent them from the back room of one of the videos stores where we live. When the place closed, we discovered X-rated internet videos had improved in quality, length and number of sites, so we started watching those videos; and. What happened... did you get drenched last evening?” she said... “since the day I met you I had fever... I was suppressing my feeling to express my desire for you... that had shot my body temperature"...I caressed her check and her mouth opened... we were understanding each other without any words... I opened my waist band of my gown to expose my chest... her eyes were hungry for my nipple... her mouth opened... I lifted my left b**st and placed the nipple in her mouth... she latched on to it.