Bax came over a moment later and took his turn. "So, you're Brody's musician," he said as he shook Ryan's hand. She gave Brody a questioning look. He ...ut his hands up in surrender. "Hey, Bax said it, not me." Ryan smiled and shrugged. "Well, I guess if I'm his musician, he's my hockey player." Bax laughed. "I like that." They talked for a while, greeting Lena and Obie when they showed up, and then the lights went down and No More Trees took the stage. Brody cracked up at the lead singer's. I imagine his cock springing out, thick and hard and glistening with precum. He's so close I could lick the tip. The music's starting. He offers me his hand to dance. One of the wings has a live swing band a the far end, the other side of a dance floor. My husband takes my hand and leads me out across the floor. "So?" I ask him. "So," he says, a smile playing across his lips. "I saw her... Are you going to...?" "Yes," he says firmly. I suddenly imagine her on her knees, my husband with her hair. "Shall we swim?" she asked. "You have to ask?! The water looks perfect!" It did, of course, but he also knew that SHE looked perfect, and he wanted to see her in a wet bikini just as much as he wanted to play in the water with her. He picked up his drink, took a sip, and turned to join her on the way to the water, but she was already halfway there, running to the surf. He lingered for a moment and watched her shapely legs kick up the hot dry sand as the propelled her body into the. She rose, and Trent moaned his frustration, but he let her have her way with him, not grasping her and nailing her good as he so wanted to do. At last she did allow his cock to be plugged all the way to the root and held it socked to her with the weight of her body.They were once more interlocked in intercourse, a sexual congress sinful and incestuous, but not a whiff of guilt crossed their minds. Julie was the cat playing with her prey, Trent the willing victim, at her mercy, happily so. .