’ What else could I ask without looking like an interrogator? I wanted to ask if she kissed or hugged them, said anything endearing to them, but I k...ew I would just be looking stupid. I wasn’t going with her and she was free to live her life. ‘Did you ask her if she wanted to go to the game next month with us?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, what did she say?’ I asked. ‘She said to tell Henry to go ahead and order the tickets. She would love to go with all of us.’ I called Ariel again on Tuesday and asked her. As I travelled across the country playing all these little seedy barsand coffee houses I remembered why I enjoyed busking. I loved theaudience in your face, tripping over your mic stand bumping into you,trying to pick you up afterwards. I missed the human connection.Don't get me wrong I loved the huge stadium gigs, the theatres and eventcenters but this was real, it was in your face and I loved it. Dancingon some shitty little makeshift stage with drunken truck drivers,cowboys or bikers brought. "Look! Notice anything different?" Rachel called when she'd stripped. She stood in the middle of the room, raised her arms, and slowly pivoted. We were all chuckling about not seeing any tattoos. Liz practically jumped out of my lap."Wait!" Liz screeched. "Don't say anything!" She rushed to Rachel and hugged her friend. It was unusual to see Liz with her naked body pressed up against another woman's, but they held tight as they whispered to each other. "Yes!" they both squealed. Then they. "Pussy is ready to fuck" he said as he examined his wet finger.He stuck it in her mouth and she sucked her juices off. He finger fucked her for a while after that and she squirmed and squealed on his hand. Her legs were thrown high and he stuck 4 fingers in her spreading and teasing her pussy lips as his thumb rubbed her erect clit. He sucked her right nipple and vigorously rubbed her throbbing clit. She started to moan loud and stiffen. "You're gonna make me squirt" she cried as she ejaculated.