He paused for what seemed like a long time, listening. I just stared at him, frozen with anticipation. When he was sure that the snoring was real, he ...ntered slowly and closed the door silently behind him. I thought he had either developed the courage to fuck me in the bed I shared with his dad, or that he was so incredibly horny he couldn't help himself. He walked to my side of the bed. Thankfully I sleep on the side closest to the door. I don't think he could have made it around his dad's. .. Fucking yes! The orgasm is sharp and hard, smaller than the others but I still squirt a little, soaking the pants that are down around my thighs. I only just now realize I masturbated to the thought of a guy fucking me from behind. A growl rises from my throat. Not in anger. In need. The thought of being mounted like a bitch. I've done that mentally to other women - sometimes picturing them changing under me as I fuck them doggy-style. Mentally thinking of it like me mounting a she-wolf.. ”Ashley joined in with her lines, her crisp and distinctive female voice carrying the song forward. They shared a line or two, and then she took off with the main part of the song. Dave would join in on the refrains, and then the two of them sang the last verse and ending together: “So Darlin’ let me wake with you for all your Texas dawns; I promise that I’ll love you ... forever.”The last tones of the guitar waned away in the studio until silence, and then there was applause as everyone turned. He unzipped the bag and had a good look inside, must be thirty grand he thought and it's all mine. Billy's peaceful moment was quickly disturbed however. A well dressed office worker was running to catch a bus, problem was he was running toward Billy who thought he was a cop. He jumped up, and took off like a startled rabbit, as he did a wad of money bounced out of the unzipped bag and hit the ground braking the elastic band. Money swirled like Autumn leaves in the strong wind, people converged.