But, there's no danger, not from Mikey Covington; he's a teddy bear." "Okay, Lil, if you say so. We still on for Friday night?" said Lester Boyer. Sh... smiled at him. Kissed him lightly on the lips, and headed inside as he drove off. It was a quarter past three in the morning and my damn phone was ringing. It had taken me two hours according to my cell to get to sleep and now I was being rudely awakened from that delicious state. Then, it hit me. It had to be her. I answered it. "Hello?" I. "She confessed.She then farted again, right in my face."Ahhhh smell good?"She asked, I could tell from the movement of her arms that she was feeling herself up."So good...!"I breathlessly utter."Think that's all I got for now, might have some more brewed up later."She sighed, now patting her relieved tummy."Have you ever been with another girl before?"I asked, looking up at the large back of her, but my nose still nestled between her cheeks."No, but I've always been a little curious about. The house lights dimmed as Panti and Cherri hit the last open E chord andstood side by side. Panti dropped to her knees at the front of the stageand Bob and Phil had to drag Panti to her feet and help her backstagewhere Wendy was waiting."What the fuck was that!" Wendy shook Panti by the shoulders."You're fucking drunk!"Unbeknownst to the others Panti had gone to the bar after she had walkedout on Wendy and Cherri before the show and had gone there again duringthe break. She'd been drinking. Patty just lay there with her legs spread, panting, the gooey mixture of jism and pussy juice running out of her cunt onto the bed. When she recovered enough to look up, she was surprised to see that Henry was finally struggling into his pants."I guess I better get out of here," he mumbled. He grinned at her over his shoulder. "Man, you sure are a horny humper, Mrs. Wayne. I guess you must be pretty glad I came over after all, huh?"Patty stared at his cock, watching the long, meaty pole.