I had just logged onto the internet when someone knocked on my door.When I opened the door, Amanda stood there with her arms full of sacks of grocerie...."Sorry I'm running late," she said. "But that pimp was following me again and I didn't want to lead him back here."I took some of the bags from her and carried them to the kitchen.I didn't ask where she had gotten the money for the groceries. I didn't want my suspicions confirmed.Amanda went in to shower while I made supper. A simple casserole. I scolded myself for being self-centered. He had the right to love any one he wanted. It wasn't as if I'd have the balls to come out and confess my love to him like in one of those romantic comedies. Then again, I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth. He looked serious enough for it to be true or it could be just a story to get the fan girls from, all but rape him in public. Damn his awful handsomely sleek, sexy self. "That's sooo sweet. How lucky can they be?" a red head asked curiously.. "Look at the bright side. Now that you're a free agent, you can start chasing that hot woman in your band."I sighed."The only drawback to that plan is her husband, and I don't break up marriages." Damn Wiley, your life sucks, doesn't it?"Despite his smile I heard the ring of truth. I agreed with him."Yeah, pretty much."On top of everything else, business wise I was extremely busy. We were booked solid for weeks, right up until the week of the charity concert.We had been meeting, working up. Those are almost the only words spoken by either of us.I press up against you, with my erection against the crack of your bum. You tense your buttocks and move ever so slightly, suggestively, signalling that my contact is welcome. I reach around and cup your breasts in my hands, feeling their weight and your nipples becoming engorged. As I massage your breasts, you reach behind you to massage my erection and I know that you want to feel it inside you. We move to our left around the bed, where.