"Can we move on to the others?"Most of the other people in the room nodded, and I strummed my guitaragain, trying to decide which one to play next."I ...started writing this one after the concert," I told them. "Thatnight, after we left the stage, I had the most wonderful feeling. Icouldn't sleep. Everything in my life seemed to be so perfect, and Ididn't want to let it go. This song doesn't do that feeling justice,but it comes about as close as I could get it. It's called 'My Life'."I envisioned. Stopping at my sister's bedroom door, she smiled and gestured toward the next door across the hall, her and my father's bedroom. "I'll just do a little reading and then get to sleep early myself," she whispered as she reached her face up to meet my lips again. When she finally pulled her mouth away from mine, she paused for long seconds, her eyes locked on mine, as if waiting for me to do something. Still unsure of myself, I let the moment pass. A smile, a quick squeeze of her arm around. Her hands were untied and there was a blanket over her. She shivered hard as her eyes closed. Don sucking her clit as she came flooded her mind. He had continued as her legs gave out and she squatted down. He had followed her down and held on as she rocked back onto her ass and then lay back on the floor. She had almost been out of her mind with pleasure when he suddenly released her clit and got to his knees. He quickly undid his belt and lowered his pants and underwear down around his lower. “Don’t know anything, buddy,” I said. “Nothing at all.”Cindy’s turn:No good deed goes unpunished. Monday – we’re going strong, I don’t NEED to be there first thing, so I take it upon myself to call a favorite bakery in town and arrange for a hundred bucks’ worth of pastries.Winding my way through town, normal traffic. Four lanes. How much thought do YOU give to driving in the morning? I pay attention. Driving since I was legal in Alabama – no tickets, no accidents. Hey! I know the route, it’s a.