I assumed I wouldn't hear from him again, you know how it goes. So I was surprised again when a few days later I receive another message asking if it ...was okay for us to chat. He made me happy…the emotion was so strange I didn't even know what it was at first. So of course I was more than willing to talk to him again. Much like the first time, we talked for hours still learning and getting to know one another. It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several times a week about. Not all of it had been piano and Court had been mesmerised by Jean accompanying Libby playing the clarinet. He had rootled around among all the old LPs and EPs upstairs and had at last found Monty Sunshine's recording of Petite Fleur. He played it to Libby with the Chris Barber backing. She was sold on it and very quickly picked it up complete, such was her ear, with all the subtle variations. On Saturday evening they had sat by the barbecue and he had accompanied her on the guitar. They had. He pumped load after load into my mouth and all over my face until I was covered in it warm luscious sperm. Then he stuffed his wet prick into my mouth and I sucked his cum-covered cock clean. I scooped his load off my face and ate every drop as I laid back on the bed beside him. I kept stroking his cock as I rested my body against his. We were both sweaty and out of breath but we kept kissing and caressing all the same."Oh my god," I whispered as I fondled his cock and balls, "that was so. After spending three weeks with them, I couldn't bear going back to the way it was before.Sometime after one in the morning, after being up there for nearly four hours, Jeff and Kent finally came back looking happily tired, placid, and took every measure possible to make as little noise as possible.They stunk of sex, their hair was a mess, the shine from the oil they had applied earlier was dull from the mixture of sweat, and from their odor, their own cum. Without comment they headed right to.