“Mum’s gone black!”I laughed.“Having a black guy is on my own to do list,” she said before kissing me.I rolled her onto her back. “Amy War...en you are a very dirty girl.”She laughed and reached down to pull my cock into her. “I’m a bit of a slut, actually, dad,” she said quietly. “And sluts like to be fucked regularly and very hard.”I did just that. I slipped my hands under her bottom forcing her legs high into the air and I fucked her with vigour and power. And watching it all was Liz. As I. I figure there are reasons they call playing music a job, and staying sober is one of them. Besides, I always tip the waitstaff, even for a glass of water. They notice that, and after the guests have left, and we are packing up equipment, I can get all I want to drink, and sometimes more, if the bartender happens to be a little horny, for free. I sipped my water, and checked my watch. Six-ten. Time was moving so slowly, it seemed. I set my glass on the bandstand, and went to the Men’s room. As. Even if she didn't follow through on what she'd said the fact that she had said it was not going to go away.The Gulf War had given me another problem besides my bad leg. It had given me some form of erectile dysfunction that the doctors just couldn't seem to nail down. They could find no physical reason for the problem so they were assuming that it was mental, but so far the head doctors hadn't found anything either. From the way they talked I got the impression that I was the only known case. “I have never seen boats; never been to the coast. It sounds like I should visit the fishers to see what I can learn from them.”He paused, then added, “I was just about to suggest sails for moving the carts, but if the wind has to be going in the right direction, it will be no use for carts on trails, no matter how wide, as the wind keeps changing its direction. Your rail tracks would have the same problem of wind direction: these would only work if the track was almost straight and the wind.