One Saturday, I woke up and reached over for Carla's warm buns on sunny display beside me. Then I remembered it was Saturday and I had to meet Melinda... I groaned, released Carla and headed for the shower. Afterward, I put on my oldest and shortest pair of jogging shorts (no underwear) and a T-shirt and then headed out to the library.I met Melinda and we had our help session, with the two of us sitting in a study room on the same side of the table. The room was small, but private enough, though. He was checking out the club for an upcoming gig for a band he was promoting and hung around to meet me when we were both through. I fell for his line and he did get me a few single releases, none of which charted highly and our wedding was really a PR exercise to boost sales of my one and only album. All too quickly I was a pop trivia question and living alone in a big house as he lived the high life on the rock stage.All this means my sex life is populated by a string of tradesmen and semi. Just take me back to yours and fuck me’. The poor guy nearly choked on his drink.”I wanted to fuck her. She was talking like a slut, and it turned me on. She got off the bed and pushed the armchair from the corner a little nearer. She sat in it.“Let me watch you play with yourself, while I tell you what happened when we got to his bedsit.”I began masturbating again very slowly. She watched me.“He only had a double bed and a window seat. I told him to sit on the bed, while I did a striptease. He. No one spoke, but the sounds were clear and evident.Shanti had finished folding some clothes and was on her way out of the upstairs bathroom when she saw Drummond poised at Jody's door listening. Realizing what was probably going on in the boy's room, she started to say something to the father to distract his attention momentarily, perhaps give Jody and Laura a chance to hurriedly dress and somehow convince Drummond of their innocence.It was not to be, however, as before Shanti could open her.