The next morning, James got up and put on a pair of shorts. He was cooking breakfast when Carole wondered out. She looked wonderful. She had put on...a pair of his boxers but was wearing nothing else. She smiled at him and said, “Thanks for last night. It was wonderful.”“Which part? The concert, backstage after the concert, or the sex with me?” He grinned.“All of it,” she said. “You are great in bed.”“That is quite a complement coming from someone with your…ah…experience,” he laughed,. By the time she got to the parking lot, her adrenalin was on full overload. Her body was thrumming. She almost skipped to the front door. It was electric inside. The music was loud and Kelle was instantly noticed. She headed to the bar but before she got there someone grabbed her elbow. Kelle turned. There was Red Dog, her tormentor from her first time at Mayhem. She looked at her watch to mark the time. Two minutes in. Fifty-eight to go. "Hey Echo, where you been?" Echo? Oh yeah. Kelle almost. I said I would bring some music as a lot of hers was not exactly my style. The next night I brought along some Barry White and after super we put it on. Old Barry made seduction an art and after a while we decided to get up and dance. I could feel her close to me and I was sure she felt it too. The night before she had on the music from Dirty Dancing and as we danced around I lifted her leg and had it wrapped around my thigh like he did in dirty dancing and I laughed and said "hey we are just. She then cooed, "Ooooh! So much pre-cum already! You must be excited!" Her hand quickly spread the slippery fluid all over my raging cock. I could only muster moans and guttural sounds as this angel ran her delicate hand up and down my bouncing meat, each down stroke a little harder than the up stroke. I had to reach out for a nearby chair to steady me. The sensation she was giving me was almost too much. I feared I might pass out from bliss. Donna then added, "Mmmmm! A gal could have a lot of.