My hands slid up and firmly grasped her little tits. I felt her cringe again, trying to shrink into a ball. In just the opposite I felt my cock growin... painfully hard in the confines of my shorts.I fondled her tits greedily through the thin silky material of her shirt. As I kissed her neck, check and earlobe she squirmed helplessly. I think my hands had a mind of their own as the next thing I knew they worked themselves under her cami and bra things and now cupped the tender flesh of her nicely. You could almost taste the notes hovering in the cool breeze. As he began to play, everyone would get quiet, so quiet that all you heard was his guitar and the distant locusts singing along. Many times he talked as he played, sometimes telling a story, sometimes reciting a strange poem. His voice was deep and rhythmic, but he spoke quietly, just above a whisper. You had to keep very still and absolutely silent to hear him speak. ‘My brother, Bill built fences,’ he started, ‘so very long ago. He. Dave said that Maryanne had told him I always carried some nude photos of her with me. She'd told him he could have one if I would give it to him. I was still really turned on by the situation and gave Dave all the pictures I had, telling him I could always take more.I watched as Dave went back toward the jail building. A few minutes later another man came out and went into the bushes. He was soon followed by another guy. I was even more cautious with my approach this time and was rewarded by. I want to tell you too, we have just closed a deal, that will allow us to perform three shows a night - and the Late Show, will start an hour after this one is over.“Now, for my first number, a big favorite of mine written by the late, great - Hank Williams.”I Can’t Help It If I’m Still In Love With You© Hank WilliamsToday I passed you on the streetAnd my heart fell at your feetI can’t help it if I’m still in love with youSomebody else stood by your sideAnd he looked so satisfiedI can’t help it.
Read MoreRelated Videos
