There was a short conversation which I didn't understand, then Fiona returned, beaming."Excellent," Fiona said. "You can make yourself useful. Earn yo...ur admission fee, so to speak. We're going to commemorate my birthday with two months delay and you're going to film it."I was stunned. "But I only came to watch!" You can watch through the viewfinder. And if that's not enough to satisfy your curiosity, I'll give you a copy of the tape."That closed the subject as far as Fiona was concerned. She. In the space of ten minutes Ifound it expanded to include whatever swinging dickswalked in their door--not to mention Tom himself.Plus, who knew what "other duties" they had in mind. All of this ran through my mind as I crawled up on thebed to lie between Jesse's legs. The feeling of hisspent dick in my mouth was comforting. It was stillleaking the dregs of his come down my chin. I supposeit was a little ominous too. I could feel it shake as hechuckled at my ministrations. Jesse and Tom. Kissed him.“Now I’ve played music on two continents and in eight states and NOW there’s a CD with our music.”“Yeah,” I said breathily.“And still, NOBODY says ‘there goes Stoney Jackson, the engineer’. No, it’s ‘that guy that plays banjo with that redhead flute player.’” He kissed me.“So what part do you want to change?”Loooong kiss. “Not a single bit.”It’s even more magical now than the first time, making love with Stoney. We’ve done things right, you know. Proof is sleeping in the bedroom up. After getting all the tuna that Mom sent me for, I got back into Mom’s car to begin my drive back across the city to get home. I looked at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 6:20 pm. I just knew there was no quick way home. I turned on the radio to try and catch a traffic update. Luckily, they told me of a crash on the interstate and the workaround was the main drag through the center of town. That made my route a bit easier as I took a couple of side streets that I knew were.