It tasted so good that I kissed it again, and the manrelaxed his grip as I began to slowly kiss my way up his penis. Deep inthe back of mind I heard s...mebody faintly screaming no, but I foundmyself responding to this strange situation. I craved his cock, and itwas starting to feel like Niagara Falls between my legs.The taste of his penis was delicious, and with my will rapidly ebbingaway I decided to go through with it. It was too late to explain that Iwasn't Charlie and doing it certainly. In a fun way, of course."We're a New Jersey-based band," I said to the audience before the next song. "And there's a rule, almost a law, in New Jersey which states that every cover band needs to include in every show a song or two from a certain legendary rocker." I said no more, as we went right into the next tune. It was, of course, Springsteen's "Dancing in the Dark". It went over well; so well, in fact, that we followed it up with another Bruce tune we'd just learned, "Pink Cadillac". Later. This made me bolder and I was within two feet now, on my hands and knees. I could see the mound of her pussy, her knickers were pulled tight against it, and a couple of darker brown hairs were escaping at the side. I gazed at it for what seemed like hours, lustfully seeing how her underwear disappeared between the bottom of her buttocks and the grass. I ached to touch it, to bury my face against it. I crept further forward and wearily leaned my head between her legs. I was centimetres from her. “MMM Delicious cum Dave!” He thanked her profusely and then began buying her the top ten records and treating her by surprise. Of course she dated a few other young men and was passionate enough and curious enough to see what their cooks tasted like. “I found that no two cocks taste the same. Some taste great, the odd one tasted unclean and I laid it on the line if they wanted a blow job from me in future they had to wash their cocks first. But even washed they still taste different and the.