" I sip my drink. "And I'm afraid I'm booked up for quite a while. I'd love to work with you again, but..." Surely there must be some way for you to f...nd time."She smiles as she says this, and I feel myself searching for one. No, I shake my head, not a good idea. My business is too important to reschedule. "I really can't see a way," I tell her with a sigh. "Albums take a lot of work. I don't have time for one right now. As for the concerts, well, I'm not on staff at the places they're at.". I am surprised how much I like the touch of it. So different than my own because I can't my effect on it.My right hand strokes this beautiful shaft, I love the veins, I love... how close it is to my face.I can't, I will be beyond the point of no control.But, what if I just kiss it? It is not like I have tasted it?I lean forward, and my lips make contact. I rub it over my closed lips. Just one taste?It can't hurt, can it?My tongue slides under the head, I can feel the contours of the bottom. " Another sign said, "Welcome to Pamela's Bridal Shower." To say that I was surprised would be the classic understatement. Many of the guests were those that had attended our engagement party earlier.Karen was beside me as we greeted and hugged the guests. We were greeting an older woman that I did not recognize, even though her appearance had a faint degree of familiarity. Her beauty was still very much in evidence. She wore a tailored, gray, two piece skirted suit, a white satin blouse, and. Marta began to slowly moan, from the humiliation of opening herself up like this. Like a whore. As the sensations increased Marta slightly opened her thighs giving herself greater access. She couldn't help herself. Ken watched her from the couch observing closely. His cock hardening in his pants like setting cement. Marta vagina continued to get wetter thoroughly soaking the front of her panties as she continued to rub herself, losing herself in the sensations radiating through her.Marta fell.