My cock was growing, and I laid back on the concrete, pulling her with me.Struck by the thought of Reg, I pulled away.“Wait, are you sure Reg would ...e okay with this?” I asked. “Don’t you guys have rules or something?”“Kind of,” she said. “If he knew it was you, he might be pissed. But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”She slid a hand across my chest and circled a nipple lazily.“Surely he’ll find out eventually,” I said, gazing down at her modest breasts. Her bikini top had loosened in our. Your back is turned and I know you’d like to blame me for your apparent inadequacy but hey! This never happened to me. ‘There’s very little point in maintaining the macho image now is there Andy?’ I think but again I wouldn’t say it. “Will you fuck me?” you say and my facial expression is one of confusion as I wonder how I’m suppose to fuck a cock that just won’t stay hard! You notice my confusion and you put me right. “I mean fuck my arse,” you add and now I start to understand. I smile. We sang a few songs in honour of the birthday that had not made it to the charts yet. Jack Revere and the Raiders sang 'Indian Reservation' which hit number one in 71. My voice was not strong and authoritative like it should be but I sang:"They took the whole Cherokee nationPut us on this reservationTook away our ways of lifeThe tomahawk and the bow and knife."The percussion was loud and the beat stirring; and it was the best I could come up with for Corinne. The children didn't understand the. Sounded like just what he needed today.He walked in and a little blonde seated him near the stage. She smiled sweetly as she handed him his menu and took his drink order. He grinned at all the waitresses in the little French maid outfits. Very cleverly designed to show everything yet cover, perfectly sheer. He tipped his waitress a twenty when she came back with his drink sliding his hand over her firm rump and giving it a little squeeze she giggled for him and asked if he was ready to order..