It is you who do not understand where I'm coming from, or at least you're pretending not to."Doolittle sighed. "Suppose you tell me where you're comin... from," he said."Under the current contract, the band pays for half of the tour costs for North American tours," Pauline said."Yes, we remember negotiating that point ad nauseam when we put together the contract," Doolittle said. "As I told you before, it's more than fair considering that most first time contract bands have to pay one hundred. I was…so angry. I threatened to tell my employer and sent them off to their rooms before running to mine. I just sat against the door after that, crying, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t until I was in bed, thinking it through... that I realized I was jealous. I was so jealous. Why did she have to choose him? Why…why couldn’t it have been me in the closet with her? And I couldn’t stop thinking about how the thought of having a man kissing me as the valet did to the maid felt wrong. “The next. I think I’m very close, but not just yet."Mom flicked her tongue out again, licking and swirling it expertly around his mushroom-shaped crown as she maintained eye contact with him. Donnie's expression appeared almost troubled, and his breathing grew heavier."Please, Mom... will you... you know,” he sighed?Mom raised her eyebrows and winked at him. "Will I please, what, Honey?"Donnie’s face was flushed, his Mom wasn't sure if it was from lust or the pleasure of the blowjob. "You're going to. I'm not sure I can keep myself from coming again much longer. You need to decide who goes first and how we're going to do it." Maybe we should draw straws," suggested Sharon, who had her tits in her hands and was doing seriously lewd things with her nipples.Ruth shook her head. "No, it's simple. This is Angie's house. Angie's bedroom. And we're going to fuck on Angie's bed. She goes first. Then you, Sharon. I'm okay waiting till last. If Ben is still up for it."Angie came up to me and kissed me.