"You're really fucking weird, sometimes, Mick Johnson."Mick had been worried about Freddie for a while. It wasn't just his drinking, but his weight an... his ability to handle the management of a band growing as big as The Curse. He knew Terry had been covering for him and he, himself, had to organise a few things that'd slipped Freddie's mind. The task was overwhelming him and Mick thought they needed professional managers to handle the band's affairs.But, Mick and Freddie went back a long way.. And the boy who had his hands in her hair was apparently the same one she had met at the last con we had gone to. It seemed like they were in a kind of stalemate, as he was trying to plunge his cock deeper into her mouth, but her hands on his hips were preventing him from doing that.And looking a few feet away, we saw Mandy in a similar position. Her blouse and bra were open however, and she was alternating between sucking on the cock attached to the boy in front of her, and pressing her. He got himself off the sofa and walked down the hallway to his bathroom. The bathroom was right next to his bedroom where Sherry was sleeping. When he finished peeing, he looked down at his cock in his hand. He considered jacking off like he did most mornings. But he usually did so laying on his bed.In his normal routine, he would pull his unusually heavy suitcase down from the top of his closet. After unzipping the black bag and lifting the lid, he would then choose which of the many. I looked away. If I hadn’t been red already from the heat, I surely would have reddened from embarrassment and shame. I realized my heart was racing, and for a second I wanted to dash out of the room. But something held me. It was partly the unwillingness to look like I was panicked, but it was something else, too. Curiosity, I guess. I was interested in what he might do. Was I turned on? At first I didn’t think so. But when he moved one hand to his leg, and slowly moved it toward his cock, I.