. Epiphone and Squire guitars, Ibanez and Yamaha 1970’s knockoffs. A Farfisa reed organ. I walked right back out. Down the street was The Two Bit. D...o I really want to admit... ? What the Hell ... why not?DINGJohn saved me the trouble, “Bobby called.”“Shit!” I said.“Karen Rachael Post!” John said. “Such language!”I hung my head.“He hasn’t called me. I called ... I know they’re coming home without the band equipment. I decided I’d better buy Bobby the things he’s always wanted but couldn’t. I almost jump as her hands start to massage my balls. Her hands feel amazing as they rub my balls. I began to feel that feeling starting to stir down in my man zone. I try to hold it back but Demi’s mouth is doing too damn good of a job to make that possible.“Demi, I’m gonna fucking cum baby. I going to fucking cum!” I yelled as I my dick exploded and shot everything into Demi’s open and eager mouth. Shot after shot of semen pumped out of my dick, which Demi took off all in her mouth. She. As I luxuriated in the pleasure I was experiencing, and delivering at the same time, he reached behind my back, forcing my buttocks apart, and getting friendly with my extremely accommodating anus. It was not long before I convulsed, shuddered, and flooded both our cocks, and my hands, with my semen. I'm sure he had to hold me up, as my knees gave way. As he did so, he turned me around, and bent me over an office chair, scooping up as much as my cum as he could from my hand, and our cocks, and,. Ken said he would be there at one, and I promise I will not come home before five. I trust you to make the best use of your time alone with him." I'm nervous, Phil. Do you really trust me so much that you are comfortable with my having a date? It amounts to that, you know. What if I find out I love him? Last Saturday was great with all three of us, but I won't know how to act by myself." Betty, we have been married for 25 years and counting. I trust you completely. And anyway, what if you do.