“I probably would have liked to see America or Three Dog Night,” I said as I pulled to a stop near to where Stephanie, Jill and the hulking securi...y guys were stationed.“Yeah, me too,” Liz admitted. “A lot of my early stuff used the same chords and phrasing as some of their songs. It was what we listened to at my house – CCR; Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young; Peter, Paul and Mary.”“That’s what I still listen to most of the time,” I confessed with a hint of embarrassment. Liz shook her head and. She playfully patted my ass and said I know your kinky interests. I replied it was she who wanted a massage. She defended that Manoj was innocent and professional, and she would stop if anything went weird. I said let’s see, ask him once.So my wife called him up right away from her mobile. She kept the speaker on, for me, and talked to Manoj asking what are the rates etc and asked him to come in the afternoon at two. But I saw her hand subtly sneaking between her thighs and knew I was to expect. Tanya took a deep breath, then began to stroke my flaccid cock as she told me this story: "Today after class, I invited Tim over to study. You remember Tim from the spring party, don't you? Well, one thing led to another, and soon we were making out on the couch. He kissed me and I let him. I also let him feel my breasts. You're not mad, are you?"Mad? Hell, no. Tanya should have figured that out by the way my cock sprang to life like a horny jack-in-the box. In my spinning head I pictured Tim. Coupled with his bland personality, his physique did nothing for her either; to Lucia's sardonic eye, his narrow and emaciated frame promising only a night of awkward and uncomfortable sex, bereft of any hint of excitement or pleasure.Now they were headed out to dinner, a prospect that filled Lucia with a mixture of mild dread and crippling apathy. She had resigned herself to the displeasure of this evening ever since the conversation in which her mother convinced her to go out with him again,.