He closed his eyes a moment and imagined heaven to be so blissful. A hand slipped down to the soft curve at the base of her back, continued lower over...some kind of undergarment he had never experienced before. It simply registered in his mind as he pushed past the unknown, searching for her ass cheek to cup it in his hand. He expected to feel her cotton panties. Instead he found Pam, just Pam... no panties, just her firm, round, naked ass. He squeezed the flesh, his imagination filling in what. I lowered them to my ankles, and took a picture of my rock hard cock. I sent it straight to her. "That looks like you are really waiting for me” She texted me again."Keep that nice cock hard for me" Her last message said that before we do anything, she was going to suck me until I fill her mouth with my cum…".Less than an hour later, her car pulled up in front of our house. From the window I watched as she made her way to the door. She was wearing a long beige raincoat. I knew that she was. As far as The Curse was concerned, he'd taken a lot of the creative responsibility upon himself. Their record company had assumed he was the brains of the band and was treating him accordingly. They'd displayed for him graphs and charts outlining Flyblown/Sony's suggested marketing stategy and it was all facts and figures, demographs, promotional opportunities, projected sales, blah - it was cynical, in his mind, and utter bullshit. He was a musician, an artist, not a fucking accountant.They. And nothing else. Smiling even more at me, Linds quietly slid my boxers down to expose my thick cock, stiff with my morning wood.“Daddy, I think that it’s time, don’t you? We’ve been flirting with this for a while now, haven’t we? Certainly we did so last night. You want this ... I want this. I don’t think that it’s an accident that you wear the colors of House Targaryen, is it? Just as it’s no accident that you’ve taken Aunts Monica, Erica, Tina, and Miriam as lovers, in addition to Mom, am I.