The orchestra rehearsals ending a little late, the mother of two young musicians 18 and 14 years old asked me to accompany them home. they lived alone with her who raised them. The youngest did not come every week so there was only his eldest 18 years old good musician but not doing his age he was given 15 years thin blond hair medium long. on the return we discussed the repeated headlines of the difficulties and how to get around them. the trip lasted 40 minutes, he was quite shy. When I got home I dropped him off and we kissed each other like all musicians (custom). the following week his lip brushed the corner of mine he said "sorry" I told him it was nothing he told me my brother did not come for 4 weeks I told him ok. The following week I get it back, we kiss each other again, it insists a little on the pressure, I say to myself, is it not possible? Well ! the rehearsal over we make the trip, his arm next to mine on the armrest I press him a little he does not move, he seems a little confused, we continue our discussions his arm is having an effect on me and it also seems trouble . in the conversation I tell him that he gives me the effect of a pleasant boy and that I like his company, he also replies in the affirmative that he likes being with me. we arrive in front of his house, shutters closed, everyone is asleep, we talk a little more and get ready to kiss each other his lips brush mine I am very tactile the reaction in my lower abdomen is immediate, I draw him towards me he does not resist our lips touch each other move away our mouths hurry I introduce my tongue which searches him his turns around mine, I embrace him his hands caress my belly (it's summer we are few dressed) I sigh too and little moans come out of his throat, I tell him you wanted for a long time? yes he told me I didn't think you were gay although very feminine I love mature men he told me I stroked his thighs his skin his nipples, he ...

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