They swung into the opening strains, and the girl started to sing.She wasn't more than about five words into the song when the lead guitar player real...zed that this girl really could sing. This brassy girl in the cowgirl costume and the big hat really did know "Smoke-Filled Room", at she grabbed the crowd right now. Karen, the girl puking her guts out in the ladies' room, couldn't have handled that song like that in a month of Sundays, and it brought the crowd to their feet. Everyone was paying. I was gushing cum all over the place…With my hand still lodged inside of my wet stretched cunt, I leaned over and placed my head on his lap. I could feel his throbbing dick on my cheek…My eyes couldn't believe the length of his fucking cock, as I sat thererocking back and forth on my buried hand. Feeling my face slid over his dick, made Oliver squirm in his seat.Unzipping his pants, he slowly freed his big black snake to show me what amonster it was. He was proudly stroking it from the head. She was wearing a light blue two-piece bathing suit and her nipples were standing out clearly - I was having trouble paying attention (but my dick wasn’t).Apparently she was as turned on as I was because all of a sudden she downed the rest of her drink and said something like “It’s now or never”! Then she got up and walked over to where I was laying on a lounge chair. She straddled the chair, leaned down and kissed me hard. Our tongues met and I almost exploded. She started to rub my dick. 'Mariel', his voice surprised me, it was him, 'Fuck! Shit!' I shivered as he approached me and put his hand on the small of my back, and stroked and moved it around, in a friendly manner, a girl of f******n and a man in his late forties, some might say 'Inappropriately', but we were alone in the long corridor.I could feel his hand move dexterity between my shoulder blades, he was feeling for the harness some call a brassiere, instead he felt nothing, just nakedness between my blades, and his.