’ What a horrid thing to say, thought Frankie at the time. But for the next six days, not seeing Alfie because he and the boys went up north to a lo...-paying fixture, she went about thinking at least three times a day, ‘I like the feel of your cunt.’ The truth was nobody else had ever said such a thing to her, she now realized it was a supreme endearment from a guy who wasn’t overly communicative but he knew what he liked and expressed it in terms she easily understood. Alfie arrived back from. "?Then I move back and push my soft buttocks cheeks around the trembling, sweating tip of Alan's neglected cock. "It feels so smooth, right, baby? You like that, don't you?"?Moving my cheeks back and forth, letting my asshole just pucker over Alan's bulging glans is such a pleasure..and then pulling back and whispering in Alan's ear...?"Baby...don't you want to fuck my little bung-hole...but you're such a wimpie boy that you have to be tied down and held back...a dick as small as yours would be. On occasions, a man or two would come along to the lounge, to sit with the women, and see what all the fuss was about. I never minded, but sometimes the older women were a little inhibited in their presence. Once or twice, a table of young men arrived, making no effort to hide their "gayness". I was able to respond to their teasing, flirting, and touching, no differently than I did with the females. Surprisingly to me, the rest of the patrons responded positively to their presence, and their. In front of them were the 52 chairs for our orchestra. The necessary string instruments were all taken out of mothballs, and we now had a full-fledged orchestra. They borrowed music stands from Lincoln High. We had 200 of our own on back order. (Yeah!)Magically, every number had been fully orchestrated. I would guess that my mother got her friends in the music community to help her. I love you, Mom!The singers, orchestra, and I had gotten a week of rehearsals together. The public should be.