”They walked a few more blocks and turned into an adult book shop. Inside, it appeared like every adult shop in a red-light district, but everywhere... they turned they were seeing young couples, hand in hand, browsing the shelves, but looking nervous and obviously waiting. They approached the counter and handed over a ticket. The clerk mentioned in a quiet soothing voice to wait for two bells, and then all women proceed to the door in the back of the shop. After a while, three bells will signal. By this time, I am blowing snot bubbles and gasping for breath. I gasp in a few big breaths and go all the way down on that cock again. I feel it go past the curve in my throat, and it opens up for the throbbing cockhead, dripping inside its raincoat. I gently milk the huge cock with my throat muscles. I have practiced this throatfuck for months and months!I look up into his eyes and they are rolling back. I pulled my skull off his cock, and did some more poppers. He reached for them and I. Over the course of the next few days, all eight of us, called everyone we knew and asked if they had sheet music we could beg, borrow & copy.When we told them why, they got as excited as we did, with a few of April’s girlfriends deciding to have us play at their Sweet Sixteen birthday parties. We got seven gigs, just like that. All with at least a $1,500 payday for two hours of music. We would have our business cards in plenty of time to hand them to either kids or parents. My brothers, since. . supposedly ... it hadn't.The Moro ... a muslim sect made our passage up the western side of Mindanao very dangerous. Our weapons were used and used and used again. After we were finally away and rounding the tip, the Dyaks raiding in from the Spratly and Paracel Islands also added to our misery.Remember when James McDouggle mentioned proa with a hundred men? Yeah. He wasn't joking ... if anything he was understating the situation.The Dyaks were pirates before Christ was born. They were still.