I was no Chuck Berry, but I could chord and strum pretty good and even do a few lead licks.I had upgraded my guitar a little bit and bought a Fender B...assman amplifier. I had also managed to get together with Barry Schwartz, Mike Smith and Stan Baker to form a loose band. Mike played bass, Barry did lead guitar and Stan did drums. We were a pretty good band, I think. Barry was our lead singer and Mike, Stan and I were backups, because neither of us were brave enough to be frontmen. We were still. I'm done. I push my plate aside and pick up my wine. I watch you as I drink it - under the table my foot slides up your legs and comes to rest between your legs, pushing against your cock teasingly. I smile as a low groan escapes your lips, you expression stays the same though as you look at me.It's too much, you can't take anymore as you lunge at me across the table, grabbing my hair and forcing your tongue into my mouth. I sigh, my heart races. Yes, yes!I climb onto the table to get to you, I. Between her culinary arts courses at the local university and her job as a housekeeper, she was just happy to be home.At nineteen years old, she had left home first thing to pursue her dream of becoming a professional chef. It was a bit scary being away from her mom, dad, and three younger siblings for the first time but she found a cheap place to live. It was tiny, but it had all the amenities she needed, like Internet access. She was looking forward to taking on a raid boss on her PC later,. I remember how you feel, when you stretch me so full, when you fuck my little bottom. You and I have some business to take care of, business that we have let go far, far too long...”Yeah, I heard the words. I wasn’t really paying much attention to the words, as I watched her release my hand, and slip her blouse over her shoulders, watched it flutter to the floor. Her brassiere slipped from her shoulders, and she released the fastening, and it joined the blouse on the floor. Her firm breasts.