”“What? My cock?”“No, your voice. It’s not the best voice I’ve heard today. In fact, if you had lived 2,000 years ago and sung like that, ... think they would have stoned you. But it’s not all about the voice and…hmm…this is a hard one.”“We can all see that,” said the grey-haired judge.The audience started chanting again.“Alden!”“Alden!”“Alden!”“Alden!” The judge with the nice hair and teeth raised his hand.“Ok, if we changed our minds and put you through, is there something else you could do in. Tongues danced, bodies adhered. Her fire enflamed his, and she felt his tumescence rising as he pressed against her.Someone else approached her from behind. This is the other: Arabold? Or Argonil? It still matters not. Whoever it was, he was everywhere; squeezing her ass, clutching at her sensitive breasts, chewing on her neck, pressing his rigid prod into her taut cheeks. She was already losing herself, letting go of any hope of control or direction, willing them by her acquiescence to have. Caitlin arrived at Uno Mas fifteen minutes early. She looked around but did not see a bald guy with a goatee. She asked for a booth by the window. She ordered a blueberry margarita and waited. At about 6:55 Caitlin watched as a beat-up, POS (piece of shit), red Camry entered the parking lot. She hoped that was not Chris. The driver parked, got out of the car, reached back inside for something on the passenger seat. He was wearing white pants, sandals and the ugliest green, yellow and red. Debby went on into her house and Jerry went into his, thinking it was real handy to date a girl who lived right next door. Both youngsters told their inquiring mothers that they had had a good time.Then they both went to bed.Both mothers-raven-haired Margot and golden-blonde Claire, were having similar thoughts, wondering if the kids had had sex.Debby undressed and slid naked between the sheets, glowing with a well-sucked radiance. She was kind of wishing that she had sucked Jerry off, though..