Dan and I were working on a new song, as I said, and I was playing the bass line to it constantly trying to find the right lyrics to add to the music.... The bass line is a flowing, funky line with plenty of chords, (which is unusual for bass lines). Most of this was done while Dan and I were messing around with new stuff (He writes most of the music and I write most of the words, so we often worked on stuff without the other guys). Normally, since Dan writes the music, he wouldn’t give my musical. Spock and Vincent Price could pull it off, but these are sadder and wussier times.Even my best David Nivenesque disarming smile didn't do a thing to put her at ease and she marched up to me with barely controlled fury.I couldn't think of anything specific that I'd done recently to piss her off. Except of course:- Sending the plague of WALL-E robots to dismantle General Motors corporate headquarters building. Sorry, but it looked like junk to me, and they'd really ticked me off.- Perhaps it was. He saw me looking, grinned and waved.Of course I waved back.All that rust water? I was never so glad I looked like an indian. I started walking into town. I found a Dodge dealer, he had a suitable replacement, so I called the agent in Lewistown and handed the phone to the dealer.Words were said ... and pretty soon I had a registered Dodge pickup truck and the keys were in the ignition.I drove back to the motel ... the old truck was just a shell now.The driveline was gone; the doors, windshield. “Now my blouse Damian, take it off for me, I want to show you my tits. Do you like my long hard nipples and my cup-less bra. Thirty-six D.“Have I aroused you sufficiently?“I want to watch Damian suck your cock Seb, you are bigger than him and I am very impressed. Very.”Up until now we have never performed for a woman like Pamela, super confident sex bomb, almost six-feet tall, a full-size fourteen, fifty-years old and an absolute turn on for us. We both have full on erections as she repeats, “I.