" He managed to say, "Yes, mama," between his shift from the left to the right bosom. He was licking her nipples, biting it softly, sucking it in and ...hen letting it out. Oh, he was making her wet and she was smiling and moaning when she looked at me again. I knew what that eye motion meant. "He is so good, honey. I'm enjoying it." She must have felt him pulsing. She asked, "Do you want to cum baby?" He nodded and looked up and met her eyes. She smiled and her hand was now moving faster. He was. He got real quiet and asked “both of them?” again I just looked down. He then pushed me out the door and told me to go have a “fucking good time” I ran next door and was hysterical, both Bob and Michelle were there. I started rambling on about what I said and what had happened, I lost myself and was blubbering for at least 20 to 30 minutes when I realized that Bob was the only one in the room. I asked where Michelle was and he said “she went to talk to your husband as soon as you started. The band are: ~KERRIE CREOLE – voice and guitar (Wild looking American in her mid twenties with long fiery-red hair) ~SAMANTHA HELLFIRE – bass. (Striking blonde Scot in her late 30s. She is KERRIE CREOLEs lover.) ~TROUTmask – drummer (Scottish slacker-dude in his early twenties: ripped jeans/ stoner eyes/ goatee-beard) RACHEL BABYLON clambers up onto the stage. Her friends are obviously irritated. KERRIE CREOLE: *What the fuck happened to the soundcheck Rach?* RACHEL BABYLON (as she removes. The wind of change is in the air. It's time to let the wine industry in Texas grow. Maybe you can get a job working for big tobacco."His smirk slipped. "You need to learn your place, Stansbury," he snarled. "Be happy with the bone we gave you. We let you get that law to sell by mail but you won't cut us out. We are the industry, not you dirt grubbing grape farmers. You should back off before you piss us off. Obstacles to the lobby have a way of... being removed."Before I could respond, he.