K. stripped off her shirt and bra, tossing it next to her jeans. She stared at herself in the mirror. ‘You just had to wear the Spider Man ones.’ ...he criticized herself, poking at the elastic of her little boy’s underwear. She hated feminine panties. Ever since she had been a teenager she favored little boy’s underwear. They had always made her feel sexy, simply because her butt actually looked big in them. ‘Jon likes Iron Man’ she reminded herself. ‘You should have worn the Iron man ones.’. "Enter," she said, "for it is your time."Gregg lay sprawled on a couch on the centre of a large room hung with eastern silks. In his mind, he was deep in speculation on the nature of magic with Doctor Strange and Mandrake. He waved a hand as the two newcomers entered. On the ceiling of the room, projected from behind the couch, a series of images of temple carvings swung slowly back and forth, the pale figures clinging to one another in a timeless parade of lust.Gregg gestured to the cascading. Then he whispered in my ear:“We are going to ruin these speedos of yours Dave...”I was so turned on, between the Married Guys cock against my butt, his hand rubbing the front of my speedo, a public change room and he started to tell me what he had planned for the afternoon.“Once we are finished here Dave, you are going to put on your Welcome Home Present, an AussieBum jockstrap. You are going to go home, strip down to the jockstrap, get on you bed, lube your arse up and I’m going to fuck your. We usually don't piano solo that song." Cool. I'll be the backup." I looked at how comfortable Kristen was holding the bass. "We'll try it twice. First time, Kris will be on bass, and second, I'll let her take the melody on lead guitar after your solo, and then she can duet with me for repeat bridge and final verse. OK?" Is he speaking English?" Lynette asked, grinning."All musicians talk that way," June said, smiling."Shut up in the peanut gallery!" I said, grinning as well. I played the.