Well, kind of reggae rock. Coming? Or, don’t tell me, you’re actually a rock star already?”“Oh yes, come,” laughed Cam. “You can get up on...stage and cause a riot. Grab the mic, or take over lead guitar. See if the band are as cool as your boyfriend!” She glanced at me while Zann grinned. “Have you got a frock for her Leah? Can I borrow something too, or shall I pop home?”“Oh I’ve got things for both of you, don’t go. We can have a getting ready session. Lucky you’re not a suit guy Derek, but. When they were on their way again, Sam asked:“Did you ever read Arnold Hauser’s The Social History of Art?”Henry said he hadn’t.“My mum was very big on him. She’d found all four volumes in a second-hand store. Apparently, Hauser, who was a Hungarian Marxist, argued that art – which began as flat, symbolic, formalized, abstract, and concerned with spiritual beings – became more realistic as societies become less hierarchical and authoritarian, and more bourgeois. I’m not sure I get the details. “Now lift it up and give it a try.”She hefted the rifle, sporting its new attachments, and aimed it. Her eyes widened.“That feels better!” She said, looking down at me. “You weren’t lying monkey, you really know all about this stuff, huh?”I blushed, Raz had never complimented me before, and I’d never seen her appreciative of anyone or anything. I snapped out of it and went to retrieve a box of scopes.“Ok, let’s find what kind of range best suits you.”We spent about two hours training with the. I'm too tired. Goodnight." I tried to roll over and show her how hard she had made me, but before I could, she was down the hall and in her bedroom. I started stroking my cock, thinking how close I came to having her hot hand wrapped around me. After I shot four hot streams of cum on my chest and stomach, I went to her bedroom door and I heard the buzz of her vibrator. I tried the doorknob but it was locked. Out of luck again. A few weeks later, I came up with another plan. I knew that mom.