I needed some relief. Maybe a shower would help, I thought to myself as I stripped away my traveling outfit. My skirt slipped down my legs and pooled ...t my feet. I stepped free, my already bare feet slipping carelessly away from the skirt. I took a few steps toward the bathroom as I unbuttoned the white, just almost see-through blouse. It was on the floor just in front of the door to the bathroom. Wearing just a white bra and panties, I played with the nozzles in the shower until I figured out. Can’t think right now.” She laughed, causing her pussy to contract on me. “I think that was number four – pretty good for one night, stud!” Without doing a mental count I was pretty sure she was right…or at least close enough. “The night’s not over yet.” “Getting cocky now, are we?” “Hey, you know me and morning wood – it seems inevitable.” “But that will be morning, not night. Doesn’t count.” She started to pull away, to let me slip out of her, but I put my hand on her stomach and held her. Just a little kiss at first then his tongue came out and started to run up and down slurping my juices. He then started to suck up my clit and I knew I couldn’t hold back…‘Oh Roger I’m going to cum, oh yes oh yes I cumming I’m cumming’ my back arched and I could see my nipples pointing out hard and huge. The orgasm eventually subsided. Roger lifted back and away. He wiped his mouth on his t-shirt and looked at me with hard eyes…‘Sarah that was so sweet – your pleasure was just so lovely – so. She eventually filled the faces in. She said in one version, she had a little band, with Paul on lead, and me on bass, and her. Sometimes there was a drummer who was an imaginary character, but he was a big black man, and bisexual. I started to hope she wasn't going to be TOO honest.Anyway in her f*ntasy , in some sordid dressing room , after a great show, we all fucked. ALL of us, she didn't go into detail about the drummer's role. I got her sat back on my cock, WITH THE COWBOY hat on, and she.