“You’re so sexy.”“Sexy? Me?” I didn’t know how to be ‘sexy’.“Don’t act all innocent, McBride. You know I think you’re sexy.” I...heard his zip and suddenly his hard cock was in my hands as he loomed over me in the darkness.I knew enough about men to know that if their cock was hard, they thought you were sexy. I let my hands play along its length; felt its pulsing heat… the huge bulbous head. It was amazing to think that I had had that in my mouth: it seemed too big for my lips to stretch. "Have they been playing for a long time?" They have been here for maybe two years," the waiter replied. "But they've been playing as a group, similar to what they do here for maybe 30 years. The name; well, that's a standing joke with them, there is no 'Brian Roberts', but they always have an excuse why he isn't there. You'll enjoy the music, I'm sure."Ken watched as they set up; it looked like there was six of them; guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, and two horn players. One of the horn players. My stockings were sheer and dark attached to the straps below the frilly, sheer skirt. Naturally, no bra or panties.She looked concerned. She patted my butt under the skirt that did nothing to cover. “I’ll go pry. Make some drinks.”“Yes, ma’am.”As I delivered the drinks to them, I saw them deep in conversation. Mrs. Baldwin thanked me for the drinks and nodded. The nod was my indication that I should join them with one. When I returned, I saw her speaking quietly but firmly to him. He simply. Later, with Tad off to bed early and Maria and Peggy deeply engaged in conversation, my dad suggested we go out and meet some of his friends at the Faculty Club on the UNM campus. Clearly, he wanted to show me off to any fellow professors who could be found there.We were barely out of the driveway when my dad said, “Jesus Christ, Marty! Where did you find that woman?”“Met her in church, Pop.”“Church? Bullshit! ... Since when did you start going to church?”“Long story. But it was just.