At a signal from Spot, Bob coaxed a quiet feedback squeal from his guitar: the beginning of Reoccuring Dreams. For the next fourteen minutes, he surro...nded Grant's supple drumming with a force field of harsh guitar riffs, while Grant responded by laying a blanket of rhythms around and under Bob's guitar. Meanwhile, Greg anchored them with the melody, keeping them from floating too far away from Earth. Afterward, Bob stood in the center of the floor, feeling the sweat dry on his body, trying to. “Make me cum Daddy”….I groaned loudly, then looked around guiltily hoping nobody heard. I was still rock hard and ran my hand up and down it’s length squeezing it and groaning agin, sofly this time. I knew one thing, I wasn’t letting go of this incredible situation. Both Lily and Tommie liked me a lot and I was quickly losing some preconceived notions I had about my self…whatever happens, will happen. I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to Lily’s bedroom. The carpet kept my steps. I wanted to have a lovely evening. Dance a little. Talk a little. Maybe go for a walk.”“Come on, Robinnnnnn. Don’t give me that bullshit. You actually wanted some dick, didn’t you? A huge fat cock, am I right?” I teased her. Her cheeks immediately turned red. “N…no. it’s not like that. I’m not that desperate.” She stammered. “Don’t fool me, Robin.” I said, and I grabbed her knee. “You want to have someone to….touch you.” I slowly moved my hand upwards. I wanted to make sure she felt it creeping. Walking over to the doorway, I stopped and looked inside, and Lynn had her arms full as she tried to move some of the heavy display stands. "Need a hand?" I asked."I didn't want to disturb you, but that would be nice if you could just help me a minute." she said.I quickly went to her side and grabbed the display stand she was holding, and together we moved it to the other side of the small room."I needed a break anyway, and this will take my mind off the project for a few minutes." "I would.