| GRANNY | Mature Thumbs | Hardcore Grannys | Milf Revenge |
"Addio," he whispered, remembering Rebecca's voice. He had watched her grow from a promising young girl, with a nice voice, to a beautiful woman with what many have called the perfect voice. Over the years he remembered the hours he spent listening to her practice, training her to find the perfect pitch and tempo, he remembered molding her incredible voice as she matured. happy dreams of days gone by. The roses in my cheeks already have faded." * "Le rose del volto." So beautiful, "The roses in my cheeks," he translated. He thought of her auburn hair curling across her cheeks as she sang. "Like petals on pure white snow," he told her as he kissed her. It was inevitable, her youthful infatuation with her teacher had led to love, and as he taught her to sing, he taught her to love. Patiently waiting, he watched her body develop as her voice had, she matured through high school and then while in college. He continued to wait, in spite of her love, her talk of marriage, convincing her to finish schooling and then encouraging her to try out for the opera. will soon be over. The tomb confines all mortals." * "Le gioja i dolori. The joys, the sorrows." He thought of the joys, Rebecca's consummate joy, an artist completely engrossed in her art. How could he not love her? How could she not love him? She made the opera, first as a voice in the chorus and then into the leading roles. He watched her, as teacher and now, as her lover. They first made love when she learned she made the opera. It was a celebration as he held her with pride and kissed her as he never had before. He listened to her breath quicken as he reached to her breast and whispered, "I have longed to touch you like this for so many years." She answered, "Oh yes Michael, how I had wanted you to touch me." His hands trembled as he undressed her, as he ran his lips down her silken neck onto her breasts. Her clothes fell onto the floor as he carried her to the bed, and then kneeling beside her he kissed her from head to toe. He lingered on her nipples, sucking them, teasing them, rubbing his face over them and feeling the hard knobs fold slightly on his cheeks. He kissed downward, gently opening her legs with his hands, running his tongue along her thighs as he breathed her fragrance. Her lips opened to his tongue as he tasted the tart, wet taste of her. Carefully inserting a finger to her, his tongue found her clit and circled as he moved his finger in and out of her as gently as he could. He wanted her to feel the intense pleasure of her climax, before the pain of her first time. He savored every movement she made, feeling his erection throb as she moaned and she arched her back to him. Then with a sigh that sounded almost like song, he felt the wet walls of her pulsate over his finger. A tear rolled down his face as he looked up at her closed eyes, her face glowing red in ecstasy. He watched her watch him as he undressed, noticing her expression as he released his erection from his pants. Not shy as he expected, she reached for it, touching for a moment and then stroking it. "Take me now," she whispered, pulling him between her legs. He kneeled, watching her expertly guide his cock between her lips. He entered slowly, expecting to find resistance, but finding her open to his complete penetration. Suddenly torn, he did not understand, he paused motionless, but she pressed herself up to him and he gave in to the sensations. He thrust himself into her, harder with each penetration. Initially expecting her to shudder as the pain, he felt her conform easily to him, enjoying the force of each thrust. No longer able to hold back, he pressed himself deep into her wet folds and released, flooding her with his seed. Collapsing upon her, he whispered, "I love you Rebecca." He felt her tense a bit at his words. They lay side by side as she finally responded, "I loved you, in a way I will always love you and that is why I am glad we could do this." "I tried to be gentle, I didn't want to hurt you," he whispered. "No, no, you didn't hurt me… wait, did you think I was a virgin," she smiled, but suppressed her laugh. "Well yes, I waited for you, until you were ready, until I could ask you to marry me." "Marry? Marry? You thought we would marry?" "We will not marry?" Carefully stroking his face, "No, I cannot marry you. I wanted this so I could tell you, so I could say… so I could tell you I have another voice trainer." "Another?" "Yes, the director introduced me to Felipe…" "Felipe Barrough?" he gasped, the name was very familiar to him. "I heard he was the best," she replied. "Yes, but so expensive…" "The opera pays and besides, soon the training will be free." "Free?" will my grave have. No cross with a name that covers my bones." * "Non Lagrima o fiore," he whispered, "Neither tears or flowers." She had eclipsed him, he could no longer teach her and she had moved on, to another teacher and another lover. He tried to convince himself that her talent betrayed him, not Rebecca, but he couldn't do it, he must say goodbye. "Non croce col nome," he quietly sobbed, "No cross with a name." He looked at her in the shallow grave, her perfect face, her perfect body, flawless but for his handprints marking her throat. He placed the soil over her with infinite tenderness whispering,, "Addio," as tears rolled down his cheeks, "farewell." * -- Lyrics based on Addio from La Traviata by Verdi, translated by Paul Schwartz. |
|
|
| free web hits counter |
