You are not Mr. Rob any more. He is longgone. You're no one else but 'Lita now."He hugged me again and chased away the chill that had run through my...body from the moment of that fatal shot.The neighbor returned to the front door and Alejandro went over to speakwith him. Maria and I clung to each other tightly, comforting ourselvesthat we had survived this ordeal.Five minutes later we could hear the sirens approach. The outside ofthe house exploded in squealing tires, slamming doors, blaring. I’m not out to any of my local friends and I am pretty discrete even with the neighbours so I don’t think they know of my ‘homosexual habits’. They do see me in my speedo a lot but that isn’t too big a deal here in Australia and I have shagged one of them so I can see them thinking I’m 100% straight.Sorry for the interlude, that info was for those of you who aren’t regular readers of my blog. Back to Monday afternoon…..Walking up from the beach after my swim I see Ashley and Madison sitting out. Although wedid some of the Goth music, we could not replace Steve and his drum kitfor an electronic version that was not as annoying as he owned our bandtransport, an aging Transit that was well past its use by date.One night, at a gig on the Gold Coast, a particularly noteworthy girlwas out front and dancing by herself. She was noteworthy because shewas a full blown Goth girl, not a common sight among the tourists. Atthe end of our set she came up to us and asked us if we did more Gothsongs. Jeanine felt the first wave of her orgasm roll over her. Robert kept sliding his hot, hard cock in and out of Jeanine's spasming pussy. "The bitch is finally getting into it " he thought. As her orgasm began to ebb he pulled his now dripping fingers from her slit. Looking down he saw her pink ass hole wink at him. Jeanine was moaning softly and pushing back with each stroke. Robert pulled all but his cock head out of her pussy. As one hand kneaded her ass cheek he casually drew his wet fingers.