It was frightening and terrible.As bad as we were, we received plenty of applause and support and wewere booked again by the organisers for the next g...g and we made money.OK it wasn?t a lot but it was enough to buy some drinks. As we listenedto some of the more polished acts I realised there was a hole in oursound. I was a good guitar player, competent at least. What we neededwas soloist somebody to give the songs a lift and the more I thoughtabout it the more I wished Jas or Cindy could sing,. My hands became a little clammy, and my cock already had begun to take a mind of it's own at seeing them both in it's sights and had slowly settled upon rising to the occasion.The two stepped across, and each gently laid down upon the bed next to me. Each of them had noticed the tent reaction to their outfits and perfection that had succumbed to my erection below. "It looks like sweetie you may need a little goodnight kiss to settle you down, and we know just the way to make you feel a little. I can always cum again. That's what's nice about older women. They can have multiples. We have lots of experience fucking. Stick that hard cock in this older pussy. I love it. Oh yeah, it's as tight as a twenty year old pussy. Better? Oh, I like that. Oh god, I'm cuming, baby. I"m cummminnnng!!!" I, too, was reaching the point of no return. "God, your pussy is so good. I'm going to cum," I announced. "Where do you want me to finish?" Helen stopped her bouncing, slid off my hard pole and started. There was her bed, attached firmly to the wall, it appeared smaller than the one he had on his ship, but he was not the captain of this vessel. She also had a desk, it had been sanded down smooth, and it seemed it had been crafted with a lot of care. She was standing at the desk, head looking at what he could only assume were maps and charts. She was holding some navigating instruments in her had, Carlix didn’t know how to use them very well, and he always had a master navigator on his crew. He.