“No, I had one before you came in.” She handed him a heavy glass ashtray.John perched on the edge of the bed smoking while she was sat upright nex... to him texting someone. Once she had sent the message she put the countdown back on screen. Thirty six minutes to go. He stubbed out the cigarette and turned to her. Begrudgingly she put the phone down on the bedside cabinet. John started kissing her tits, keeping a safe distance from her chemically aromatic pussy. In a spontaneous gesture that. Her perky titties pointed at the ceiling and in the mirror I could see she was following the fashion. Her pussy was completely bare and you could see her little clit and her soft labia, so enticing to an old pervert.Soon, however, she had put on her bikini and was heading down to the pool. I would have went with her but my dick was too hard. She would have seen it standing out from a bathing suit.So I watched a Bollywood movie on the television, not understanding a word but soaking up the local. “Listen you can’t tell Scott. It was a one time thing and it won’t happen again”, I looked at Dave hoping he would keep my dirty little secret. He was silent for a minute and then he put his hand on my leg. He moved his hand up a little, “I wont tell Scott, but you have to do a little favor for me first”. He moved his hand away and unzipped his pants. I looked at him to see if he was serious. When he didn’t say anything I moved so that I was leaning over him and unbuttoned his jeans. I opened. One of our tasks was to get each part down on paper. I had composed and played using provided sounds on the keyboard then loaded to a floppy disc. After that, I transferred everything to my Boss 8 track digital studio. It was small and portable and I was glad I brought that with me as well. With a little work we were able to transfer everything to Teresa’s computer to her Cakewalk music program. Bernie wanted everything on paper so he could have an orchestra actually do the recording. He wanted.