”“Why do you say they’re a garage band?” Aja asked.“They have two things common with garage bands -- weak vocals and no original material. S...o far, all they’ve done are rather vanilla covers of other bands’ stuff. The only original piece ... and I’m only assuming it’s original because I don’t recognize it -- is rather meh, don’t you think?”“I suppose.”“Their instrumentals are good. Keith is as good as any second-tier guitarist and their drummer is quite good. I think their bass player is. "I'm willing," Mike agreed. "I just don't want to put you out." No problem."They rode on in silence in Mark's pickup truck for a long time. "Oh, well," Mark said finally. "This is going to make for a real team. At least, it's really going to look like a dog team."As luck would have it, Jackie and Kirsten were sharing a cup of coffee in Jackie's kitchen when they drove up Mark's driveway. Mark, Mike and Cumulus were hardly out of the cab of the truck when the women came outside to see how bad. I couldnt wait much longer. I let my fingers trace up his body and to his shaggy black hair. I tugged on it softly with one hand while my other found its way to my clit. I gently massaged it with two fingers and rose my hips to press my wetness against his warm skin. “Stop teasing me Ugo I half-whimpered. He slid the head of his dick inside of me; I moaned and began rubbing myself faster. He slowly slid the length of his member inside of me and sat there with it all the way inside of me. “God,. The rumor is he likes to use his hands, wandering fingers." Have you ever been felt up Tembi?" Yes. It wasn't very nice. I don't think Sean knew what the hell he was doing. All he did was grope. The jerk hurt my tit."The bus starts to move. From the window I wave to my parents. All the excitement of the trip has me feeling eager and happy. Tembi has snuggled into the seat, her eyes closed. There was a smile on her face. I can't help but notice she has a jacket covering her lap; her hand under.