I stop in everyFriday and Saturday night. During football season I stopoccasionally on Sundays. I've become one of the regulars.Flirting with the barm...ids, joking with John the bartender andeven giving the owner Kathi a hard time about how bad theVikings football team was. You wouldn't figure Kathi for a sports girl, though openinga sports bar would be your first clue. She was about 5'5" andmaybe 100 pounds. She had long red hair that fell in curls toabout her shoulder blades. Hr deep blue. I cleared my throat. This was something I was so not used to, being a musician, expecting fans to cheer and chase them from one song to the next, with hardly a pause. Reading for an audience was much more... quiet, and slow, and awkward. "Hello," I said, feeling Novella's hair brush against my legs, "the first story I'd like to read is about a housewife I met at a sex shop." I started out slow, reading some not too kinky material, wanting to make the audience feel at ease and loosen up a bit.. All twenty eight boats were booked for the next week, so Frank and I went into the estate agents the next day to complete a deal for the cottage. The manager phoned Franks’ bank to confirm that he was good for the cash, and the cottage was ours.We went to my bank where I withdrew my half and gave it to Frank. I neither asked for a receipt nor did I expect one; we had that kind of a relationship.What we did, though, was form a company with four directors, Frank, myself, Nancy and Annie. We. She keened. The sound broke me. ‘I can’t stop, Callie. I’m going to come.’ ‘Me, too.’ Her voice was breathy and rough. ‘Don’t stop.’ She raised and lowered her hips in time with my thrusts, both of us moving as fast as we could. My muscles tensed, my balls tightened and I exploded inside her, pressing into her as though I couldn’t get close enough. She closed her eyes and continued rocking against me at an almost frantic pace. ‘Yes, yes . . .’ she murmured in a soft, high-pitched voice and.