He did want to study the instrument and figure what everything did. From a physics perspective, he had the feeling that the reed instruments were the ...most complex in terms of how different sounds were produced.“The trumpet?”“It made my lips tingle. I didn’t like that,” Danny said.“How about the drums?”“Nope. I felt like an orangutang beating a log with a stick. It’s a lot of fun, but it doesn’t sound all that good.”“The violin? You sounded pretty good on that. Most students sound like they are. His cock was flying in and out, in and out.Then he was cumming. He let out a hell of a yell, rammed his cock hard down my throat and held it there. I could feel him shooting, but I was turning blue at the same time. I needed fucking air and he was keeping his cock jammed deep in my throat. His pubs pressed tight against my nose.I was beginning to panic. I tried shaking my head to let him know he was suffocating me, but he paid no attention.On the verge of total panic I started to close my mouth. Scarlett reached out to embrace me but her feat was negated as I directed her to sit on the bench while facing me. Her feeling of dismissal was reversed as I informed her that I wasn’t done with her yet.I laid her back and pushed her hands above her head joining the fetter on her right wrist beneath the bench to her left wrist. I took the other bracelet with me and removed her belt and mine from our discarded pants. I seized a towel from the sill and returned to the end of our sex timber. I fed. ”I could now feel the meat of my husband’s brother’s love-muscle slither to be half way in, and then it twitched. I loved when he did that!“‘Maggie is giving me a special reward for getting an A in both Biology and Chemistry.” Douglas concluded, with a push of his hips.He thrust the rest of the way into my jam-jar, to the hilt, root to clit, balls to bottom, tip nudging womb; a deep, hard, tight, hot, throbbing, hairy, animal, happy connection. A union which was.