"Allison, Caitlin, and Erin became nervous when I called them to come out, but relaxed when they realized all I wanted was for them to sing their song...parts. They'd have reason to be nervous soon enough. I wanted them to be relaxed and think their experience was over.It was a good practice and I complimented the girls. I was probably freaking the girls out.On Wednesday I had the three girls sing their part several times much to the boredom of the rest of the choir."I need you three to meet me. Out of nowhere I realized I was extremely drunk and having the time of my life. I also noticed that the sight of so many attractive sweaty guys had started to harden my cock. Mr. Knoth, who had accidentally brushed his hand across the tough bulge in my pants, quipped, "Feeling good, huh?" A little embarrassed that my high school gym teacher just grazed my cock with his hand I responded with a nervous, "Yeah, I guess so." He told me not to worry and to just keep having fun.A few minutes later,. Youtube.com/watch?v=tCXGJQYZ9JATaylor sighed as she stared back at the mirror. For once she just wanted to be herself, but her four body guards outside the luxurious bathroom would never let her out of their sights. Sometimes Taylor hated all the fame, all the money, sometimes she wished she could go back to being herself.Taylor glances down at a folded up piece of paper, a note from her current boyfriend Joe. Joe was the only ting in her life, it seemed, to make sense. She could always be. ‘Maybe we should know each other better.’ She pulled my head down and kissed me. The water was cooling so we dialed the shower off. We stood in the good-sized shower stall, dripping wet, our mouths and bodies welded together, our hands roaming over every exposed surface, our glands oozing. We broke off after some immeasurable span of time, still dripping. Clarita grabbed my hand and led me out. ‘We gonna dry off before we go to bed, Clarita?’ ‘We don’t need no fucking towels. Get your skinny.