It seemed as if there were hundreds of them, but in reality there were probably just twenty or so. They were so busy riding bicycles, playing catch, p...laying with Frisbees, playing pool, talking to their parents or someone else's parents, that it made them seem like two for every one.Steve was happy to see me and talked to me about my first flight in my own plane. I was warmly greeted by Steve's wives, or at least I guess they all were wives. Each gave me a hug and kiss, making me feel welcome.. “You can show them that you were a victim of abuse too,” he said, “but you got past it. Not forget it, maybe not even got over it, but moved past it. And that music was what helped you do that.”He looked round at me.“That and the love of your very special friend over there.”“Can you remember Der Hoelle Rache?” he asked.I looked confused.“The Queen of the Night’s aria from the Magic Flute,” Cal explained, “It’s sort of the soprano equivalent of Nessun Dorma.”“What’s that?” I asked.Jonas sang the. I leaned back on the table and Jen took my cock completely into her pretty mouth. She started off slow, but made sure to leave lots of spit on it, making it easier for her hand to follow her mouth. My head fell back in pleasure as she continued bobbing away on my hard member. I was ready to fuck her, and she wanted it just as bad. “Stand up beautiful.” Jen released my cock from her mouth and wiped her mouth as she stood up. I switched places with her and she rested the palms of her hands on the. It was infuriating how obvious it was that I should just suck it up andstay this way. And why the hell shouldn't I?Who would miss me if Alison just... disappeared? A sprinkle of friendsfrom my old town? Two or three cousins I hadn't seen in over five years?Nobody... Nobody else.My pulse rate started to fall. I opened my fist, palm up, fingersslightly curled, so the ring was in view again.It was so damn obvious what I should do.But that kind of worried me.Because if I kept it on now and never.