Throwing his shirt on the floor we resumed kissing and my hands gripped his bum then I ran them up and down his back, he shuddered.A couple of minutes...passed, and I brought my right hand round the front of his pants and touched him, he was hard, not particularly big, but solid. He then gave a little whimper as I rubbed him. My left hand running up and down his spine I was turned on myself.Again, a couple more minutes passed by and I unbuttoned his pants, as they fell to the floor, I gripped his. " I don't think so." I answered nervously."Now you know you want to do it again, I saw you jerking off last night, dude you were so excited, shit, I though you were going to pass out." Hey thanks for the wallet, but I have to run." I answered hoping to end the conversation."Steve don't hang up." He said firmly. "Look you enjoyed last night didn't you, now tell me the truth." It dosen't matter what I like, my wife would never do that again." Yes she would Steve, if you want it to happen I can. .. I had never even tried a blues number before, but it seemed to pour out of me ... and the audience was very kind.As it dropped in volume, I invited everyone to “Arendelle” and that part of the show went off very well, with Joan amping up as she led the song “Fixer-Upper” with a new-found confidence.We went on our break, and Jennifer gave me a massive kiss. “I never heard you sing like that before. You’ve got soul and raw emotion just oozing out of you, don’t you?”“It did feel different,. The next day had brought a new sunshine into the village. Everybody, from the newspaper vendors, to the bar tenders, to the Reverend Father who presided over the Catholic church in the village, to the roadside food sellers, to the ragged winos and drunks sitting by the gutters, to the ever grumbling postman, to the little kids going to school and the young lads playing football by the sand field all day. They were all very nice, polite and bright to each other and it could be said that.