To that point, all we ever had was just that, conversations. But that was about to change. On a Friday night with mutual friends, I found myself in ...our presence. We were drinking some of the worst beer I’ve ever had; it tasted just like the aluminum can it was housed in. Half-way through the case, everyone started to get hungry and I volunteered to go pick up some food. When I arrived back, I knew I had missed something because the door was locked and “B” wouldn’t let me in right away. I. Khadija had seen that she'd judged Azalea well - but then someone with her many years of experience would only be expected to. It was a fairly natural progression from kissing and cuddling to full body fondling and cunnilingus.She guided Azalea onto the hard cotton mattress where the sex would be at its most active, and got her to suck and gobble at her dildo while she explored the hair around Azalea's crotch. Such slender thighs. Such a thin waist. Those long thin arms wrapped around her. I pulled her close to me again and stopped her from going farther as I started to suck and play with her nipples and rubbing her breasts.Her moaning started to get throatier while I was enjoying her bountiful harvest. While this was going on, I reached around her with one hand and started to unzip her pants from the zipper over her tight round ass. Her breasts being taken care of, I started my way down with my tongue, licking and tasting her flat stomach meanwhile I started to pull her pants. “If you don’t want to do ‘Janelle’, I can understand.”“Nah, they are both good ones to do, let’s see where we can work them in.”By mid-afternoon we had worked out three decent, hour-long sets that would work for the NYE gig, and we spent the next two days rehearsing and getting them sounding acceptable. We all agreed that we had left it much too long since we had all playing together, even if we weren’t making records, touring, or even playing local gigs, we agreed that we should get together.