I almost panicked when I didn’t see my pick. Then I looked at the neck of my guitar, up by the top fret and there it was, snugly under the strings.I...had just played halfway through the first verse of – Wanting You – when Patricia Williams walked up and stood so close, my right elbow was just underneath her breasts.She leaned closer, pressing her breasts against my elbow, “I love that tune. Did you write it? Have you written the words to the music yet?”“Hey, Patricia. I just told Sherry a few. .feel my tight hole connecting with the tip of Your cock. Now it’s my turn to moan as I slowly...slowly...work my needy ass down the full length of Your cock. God...pure heaven. I could probably cum right now but I want to enjoy this. Oh there...You’re with me...Your hands are on my hips.I lean back so my hands are on the mattress on either side of You, and I flatten my feet on the mattress as well. once I’m in place I start moving up and down, coming up high enough that only Your head is still. ”I think it was curiosity driving them to consider that and not something sexual. My penis was probably like a weapon in their minds. Its performance had scared them. They honored the appendage as kind of supernatural and for that matter so did I. I certainly didn’t ever want to get hit by an explosive sploodge coming out of that thing. And yet with all that they still got aroused to handle me especially if I was in the midst of fucking Lilly, really passionate, didn’t have the presence of mind. This was promising to be a great party.Five minutes later she pulled up at a small bungalow and the first thing I noticed was that there were very few cars parked around. She turned off the ignition and beckoned me to get out with her. She led me to the front door and at first I reasoned that it must be her place and she was just going to change her gear. When we got in though she straight away picked up2 glasses and poured drinks for both of us from the scotch bottle she had just bought.I sat.