She started just giving me a good hard rub then she went to work with her mouth, doing everything my wife taught her.I somehow managed to get her in a... sixty nine position and buried my tongue deep in her so sweet pussy.She came straight away, covering my face with a her sticky juices, but did not stop giving me a great blow job.I continued licking her pussy and using her juices. I managed to slip a finger into her very tight anus, she moaned with pleasure and came again, giving me another. Let’s hear it for Lucinda de San Finzione, everyone!”Some applauded as they looked for Lucinda. Most were carrying plates or seated at the tables, so settled for tapping silverware against glasses or dishes. I looked over at the gift table, which was about a third full. Large stuffed animals stood over toys that they wouldn’t be ready to play with for years. A little battery-operated kids’ car was parked in front of the table. Someone had given the twins a pair of cork guns. Did anyone even. It was the same ending for every concert – a stupid dance to a childish song and then absolute, bloody chaos.Connor jumped up and sprinted to the stage exit, then down the aluminum ramp and into the bowels of the coliseum. These places were all the same backstage – high and wide concrete hallways that had an unpleasant echo and a less pleasant smell. God he hated that smell, whatever it was.He slowed to a brisk walk and rounded a corner en route to his dressing room when he was blindsided. Four. He hated it. Feared it.“I had her back,” Thrak said. “She was alive, just how I remembered her. She drove away the rage with her body, held me, loved me.”Tears beaded in my eyes. “And you had to choose. You heard my crying in grief and you abandoned her to come to me.”“Yes.” He said the words with such bitter self-loathing. “I knew she wasn't real, and yet...”“She was. Riad had skill with his illusions.” I bit my lip. “I am sorry, Thrak. I never would want you to choose between us. I know you.