He always came to the park alone except for the last day we met. There was no sense asking Hank what was up. He wasn't much of a talker."This is Gar...y." was all he said about it.I thought maybe we were going to have a threesome or something. But Hank made me follow him toward the woods and sent Gary away.All the while we walked I couldn't get over how much Gary looked like me. We were both a couple of young skinny pale skinned twinks with long hair and long pointed noses. The biggest. We drove down to the bar together. Just some meaningless small talk. We were there early. The band had to set up so we started drinking. I'm not a fan of shots, but I had more than my share. The music wasn't really my taste. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good. However, as the concert was going, Heather started dancing. A few times she backed up and ground her ass against my crotch. I was oblivious the first three times. By the fourth time I thought, what the hell. I really found her sexy. I felt. .. more often, just get another towel."I was still gloomy about it. I felt embarrassment, still. The idea of putting a wet, sticky cum rag into the laundry once or twice a day ... it was awkward."Tony. Look at me," mom said. I looked up. She tried to smile reassuringly. "What's bothering you. I said ... there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I see your pee stains in your underwear, sometimes, too. It's just part of being human."I couldn't think how to phrase it, but then I had what I thought. .. My hubby just stood there and watched us. He looked transfixed by the sight. The dark stranger must have taken this as an okay to proceed. With that, the singer moved his hand over my satin covered pussy, then pulled my panties aside and slipped his fingers deep inside me. He then pulled out, licked them and pushed them up me again. It felt so good. My husband watched us; rubbing his own cock through his pants. The guitarist then moved in and grabbed my breasts and rolled his thumbs over my.
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