My God, I thought idly, suppose opera audiences started to adopt the same etiquette, or lack of it, as rock audiences. They'd scream and scream for he...r and every note she sang would be unheard. Opera by now is the only form of professional theater that doesn't mike the performers, you hear the voices themselves, not their digitized reproductions. And audiences know that and keep respectfully silent for the most part.I still had a good ten minutes or more before it would be my time, and for a. Fir usko bed par doggy pose mein lytne ko bola, main uski choot mein lund dala, pura lund 1 jhatke mein andar aur for joor se chodne laga, wo uske muh mein diya aur aage peeche karne laga. Main jhatke mar raha tha aur uske boobs hil rahe thy, aur wo uske muh mein lund diya hua tha aur boobs masal raha tha m, sali chilla bhi nai paa rahi thi. Kuch deer chodne ke baad, wo aa gaya aur usne apna lund ghusa diya uski choot mein, aur fir parul ko jee bhar ke chodne laga, aur wo maze se chudwa rahi. ”I nodded. “So do I,” I said.Rain started falling and Dan slowed down a bit. The sound of the rain pattering on the soft roof was a bit strange. The wipers did their little dance with a regular scrape and squeak. The rain provided the background percussion. And the car vibrated underneath me like a cat purring to itself – a really big cat. The whole thing was kind of musical in a way. We drove along and I listened to the music in my head and then I started humming along to it.Dan glanced. He told Debbie how sexy she looked. They danced, humping slowly to the music. They fast danced, Steve swirling her around, showing her g-string. They took turns with her, all catching her tit when she swirled back to them and feeling her ass and humping into her butt. The midnight break came. Bob and Shirley went out to our car and smoked with us. Debbie told them she was leaving her bra and g-string on so Steve could take them off while we watched. She asked how women took men's.