"I'm not going to." I reassured her. "I have a phone, and I love you." "I don't know. . .. . " she said, her brown eyes downcast. "Well I do. Not...hings going to happen." I kissed her. Half drunk, I was slightly unsteady on the stage at Whitman's Bar. I was providing lyrics and rhythm guitar. I was just finishing the last bars of "Free Bird" when I noticed a blonde staring directly at me. Through my misty vision, I noticed she was pretty good-looking. We ended the set and the crowd. ”“Well, don’t forget you have to meet Keith and his family. How about this? Give him a call tonight, maybe you can do that this week. I have Saturday off, we can go up to Valencia. I want you to meet my grandparents. In fact, you being a rancher should really impress him.”I laughed. “Oh, I own a ranch, but am not really a rancher. Most I ever did was muck stalls, pitch hay, and did some other things like that. I don’t even like riding horses, truth be told. We generally rented out the back. I was really drooling with lust and his hand was very wet. I felt him apply the moisture to my anal opening. He then slid a finger in and out a couple of times. He said, “I am going to fuck you baby!” I felt him pushing his nice, hard again, cock at my asshole. His aim was perfect, and I felt the head POP into me. The slight discomfort was gone quickly, and I pushed back into him a little more. He said, “Oh, you do like that, don’t you?” I couldn’t answer, as my moth was impaled on the nice. " Huh? Maybe what?" Maybe their point was to add some laughter to this, to show us not to take this too seriously..."Cindy stared at Jim in disbelief. "Oh, I don't know Jim. It's not just the monster sound barriers and the impossible loop of this road. My dream! My wet dream from last Wednesday! I still feel violated, being pushed into arousal like that. I'm struggling with how to get over it..."Jim was quiet for a moment. "Yeah. I think I'm still struggling with my dream too."Cindy sat up,.