Mother and Estelleenter the parlor room just off the front entrance. I brew up the coffeeand prepare a serving tray. I find a jacket and my boots an... headoutside with the coffee. There are still a number of police officersand firewomyn present, although what are they actually doing? It kindof looks like one of the road crews where one person is digging and therest of the crew is watching that one person dig. I am told that thereare still some reporters 'hanging out' but they have already. ”“But this is our first time coming together as one. Our Jenga pieces should achieve a magical melding, intoxicating one another with their presence.”“Jacob, you put your penis in my vagina. This isn't nuclear physics.”“It doesn't feel good?”“It feels fine.”He lowered his voice. “Am I not big enough?”Oh my gosh.I lumbered out of doggy style to sit on the bed and face him. He mirrored my cross-legged position.“According to scientific research, your size is markedly above average,” I told him.. They cuddled into slumber. Zack woke in the night with a hard-on. Jenny’s hand was cradling it again, fingers lightly stimulating his man-flesh. Her lips brushed his ear. ‘Is it my turn yet?’ she whispered. Zack considered the question. His hands slid to her core, found her soft flesh amply dewy. Jenny had followed his instructions. She had been patient but stayed prepared. . He couldn’t deny her. He remembered his promise to power pound his cock into her snug little pussy. A gentleman always. Well, that one we hoped to score quickly became a four when the mouthpiece bounced off the drum and landed in the middle of the xylophone adding several dozen unwanted notes to the music. Lucky for us all the bands in the New Orleans contest got trophies. After the contest the band loaded into the busses and rode to the hotel so the band director could check in and pick up keys. We didn’t have time to get the kids off the bus, into their rooms and back onto the buses so we tried to maintain.