My kisses slowly work their magic south of her neck line to her nipples, which I trace out with my tongue before I take her nipple into my awaiting mo...uth. Her fingers are running through my hair as a sign she is enjoying herself. I opened the refrigerator door to grab myself a beverage. I gave her some space and said “That is only the precursor to what I want to do to you tonight. I have missed you so much today and I wanted to show you how much you were missed.” I return to my couch to watch. I wonder who would Top and who would bottom! Or would they take turns?” Tiffany suggested, even while kneeling to suck me and urging Karen and Mom to share my cock.“Well, let’s find out, shall we? Steve, strip completely naked, bend over, and spread your damn cheeks! Offer your ass to Dick here! Let him use you that way, if Tiffany permits him, that is,” I instructed Steve, who nodded and gulped as he offered up his cornhole to the other male slave.“Use it! Take his ass! And don’t be stingy. Be gracious ... give him that.“Ladies first,” he said.“Nope ... you started this. Finish it.”“You know the old guy we met at the Paradise Ranch three weeks ago?”“We meet lots of old guys when we play.”“The really good shape tall one ... you were impressed.”“Him? Yeah ... what about it?”“He’ll put us up, feed us, pay us three grand a night, half the cover and 25% of the drinks if we’ll play his bar Spring Break.”“Jees, Bobby ... I was just going to tell you I’d be busy Spring Break ... I wanna. When we were k**s, one of our favorite pastimes was singing along with the stereo and imagining we were onstage in front of fifty thousand screaming fans somewhere. We always said that one day we would have our own band, and while the other k**s were playing Little League or going to Girl Scout meetings, Cindy and I would lip sync to albums in the basement while dreaming of stardom. I began taking guitar lessons at eleven, and Mom signed Cindy up for piano lessons at nine. Music just seemed to.