"Good" she replied, and then whispered in my ear "I have left my underwear off so he can get at me that much quicker".I thought of begging her not to ...o, but I knew it was useless."Don't wait up" she shouted on her way out, "I won't be home until morning. Have a wank imagining Jason's cock deep inside me if you like." Her laughter as she walked out cut through me again.I slept very little that night. The thought of her in bed with Jason making me feel sick. At about eight next morning, I heard. That, to me, was clear. How much more she had to pleasure me with I had no idea, as I would come to learn!Jennifer on the other hand was a conundrum of sorts. I already had grown very fond of her and was beginning to develop fatherly feelings toward her. On the other hand, the memories of her in the doorway, watching and masturbating as I fucked her mother’s mouth and pussy made my cock ache with desire to claim this young girl for my own pleasure. While I felt guilty in some regards, I was. “Have you heard them, Will?” Phil asked me. “They’re pretty hot; their lead singer is terrific; even if he’s half pissed most of the time.”After the opening two groups we would play, and ‘AC/DC’ to finish off just before midnight. It promised to be a pretty big event; the first time we had played an outdoor venue; it would be interesting to see how they organized the PA and switching groups on stage.Just as we had hoped, the change to the opening set worked; we were only half into the first. Maybe it’s an affectation, maybe just a way to separate my writing ‘lives’, but I reserve the laptop for work and scribble in pencil for fun. Almost none of it ever gets transcribed. This, what you’re reading, first saw life on a lined yellow pad in this very cafe. It feels so meta.They know me here. I pay my table rent. I’m not that leech in the corner nursing a flat white for hours. Lucky for me they serve a great ham and cheese croissant, rich little cakes, pumpkin spice whatnots -- enough.