He looked down at her, his hands in her soft hair as she placed her lips on his hardening cock through the wet material of his swimming trunks. Her fi...gers moved up his thighs, under the fabric to lightly brush against the sides of his manhood. His fists closed in her hair as the air hissed from his mouth. Mandy’s hands slid back to the waistband of his trunks and slowly pulled them down until they pooled at his feet. Brandon thought the muscles of his legs would cease to support him as he. Greg wisely kept his mouth shut until the band was a little more into the spirit of things.This didn't take long. They rolled down Interstate 10, leaving Los Angeles and its suburbs behind. By the time the bus entered the desert of Riverside County a thick haze of marijuana smoke hung in the air, the trash was full of empty beer bottles, and the mood among the band members was almost festive.This mood remained as they rolled across the southern edge of the country. The bus sound system was. . . get naked for me,” he ordered as he pictured her following his instructions. Amy was now under his wishes. She pulled her panties down her legs and the whisked her t-shirt over her head and onto the floor. The immediate reaction was two very stiff nipples and a bare pussy that was becoming on fire with a craving for the boy.“Done . . . I am now laying here with nothing on,” she teased once again.“Tell me about your titties. Are your nipples all hard . . . like my cock?” he asked, now. As the night wore on and the more the women drank the more interesting in was becoming. This red head wearing a hop skirt and hair style that looked right out of the movie "Pearl Harbor" came up to me and wanted to dance. She was probably hot back the 40's but now she was in her 70's. I got up and went to dance. We had a lot of fun and now all the ladies wanted to dance with as their husbands and boyfriends were running out of energy. The redhead, her name was Katie, kept me busy. Finally we.