“And you actually get paid to do this?” he asked wide-eyed as he half turned to the rest of La Banda Sage. “I’d get to play guitar and sing wi...h a bunch of beautiful women? Where do I sign up?”JJ rolled her eyes and laughed, but Krista nodded vigorously from behind her keyboard. Her sister Maritza tapped her cymbal with a drumstick, voting in the affirmative. Coleen Jeffers, their fiddle player, nodded also, and Celia Flores on bass guitar yelled, “Hell, yeah!” as she joined the others. . which he clearly understood. “If we are at Lookout Point, are you going to make out with me . . . . or try to get me in the back seat?” Yvette said forcefully.“Of course not” Ric replied angrily . . .”and beside, we’re in a truck – it doesn’t even have a back seat!“Just take me up there Ric, I have a plan . . . . no one who sees us will think anything about it!” Inwardly Yvette’s heart was breaking. It was so obvious to her that Ric didn’t feel the way about her, that she felt about him. . .." Brian whined more, stopping suddenly as a small spasm of pain went through his stomach. "No buts." She told him, not noticing his real discomfort. "Go on now." Knowing that he wasn't going to receive any sympathy, Brian gritted his teeth, determined not to let the discomfort stop him, and went on to catch his bus. In first period Brian's teacher noticed how pale he looked and sent him to the nurses office. After a quick examination, the nurse told Brian that there didn't seem to be. Shoot your load inside of her! Empty your cum into her. Pound her coach. Give her your cum! Fill er up coach. Each phrase was my command. I thrust and pumped. More cum flowed, a seemingly endless supply. I gasped, frozen with my cock twitching in her pussy. It wasnt deflating, spent and exhausted, but still stiff enough to remain deep. I felt my youth coming back, a new energy siphoned from her that kept me aroused. I knew I couldnt go another round, but I also knew my cock was thriving..