." He snapped his fingers, "Got it!" He picked up the telephone and dialed swiftly, talking fast as his number rang, "What we have to do is discredit ...er, that way if she does tell, no one will believe her... Hello, Eula? Get me Tully, and this is important! Get him on the line just as fast as you can." He mopped at his brow with a handkerchief as he waited. There was an intercom system connecting the main house with the dairy barn, and in a few seconds the line clicked and Tully, the man who. More lights came on and they strobed colorful flashes across the audience while fog machines shot puffs of thick smoke across the stage. The silhouettes of the band members stood there with white smoky auras. I love this band and I was having fun, but I’m a bit too old to be moshing with the kids in the front row; besides, everyone is so packed together there’s not much room to do anything or go anywhere. We were all bumping in to each other and I could feel someone at all sides of me. I was in. Diane was shifting a little in her chair now, beginning to look a littleuncomfortable with the show I was giving her. It only served to heightenmy excitement, I needed to take things a bit further. I was wearing a semilong top, that wasn't exactly tight or lose but somewhere in the middle, Ihad let it ride up to reveal my panties but now pulled it down. I wantedDiane to think I was beginning to realize what I was doing and "coming tomy senses". In a way I suppose that was exactly what I was. I asked her whether she want to see it. She told yes. I asked her to come to my room. She came with me to my room. We both sat in front of the pc. I switched on the computer and I played a movie. First movie was a son fucking his mom. I was not wearing jetty under my burmooda. Now my dick began to rise. And there was a big bulge on my burmooda. My mom saw it and she smiled at me. I began to rub my dick over the burmooda. She smiled at me and told if I want to masturbate now take it out and do.