Before he could say a word I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a long deep wet open mouthed kiss trying to suck the life out of him. After a...few minutes we both had to stop to catch our breath, I backed up a bit to look into his eyes and John started to tell me how he could not believe how passionate I was and then he used that key word saying how naughty I was and how naughty I had been earlier display my legs and panties the way I had. In a little girl voice and looking up at him I. Ready?”Jane giggled her consent as Mary wet one finger firstin her own cunt then in Jane’s. Then into Jane’s bumhole. “Well, I’ve got my finger half in and I can alreadyfeel it! Jesus! It’s a real torpedo poo!. PUSH! I’lltry and get this finger well in and help it out.”Jane really strained hard. Her whole body went rigidwith each heave. Mary now had her finger wedged alongside the long fatpoo in Jane’s rectum. The pressure made Jane. "Pat, what is the 'Book of Dreams' doing here?" I asked my cousin who seemed absorbed by something lying on the desk."The 'Book of... '!?" he asked turning to look at me and saw the book sitting there by the bed. "I have absolutely... !?" he started again, and stopped as a strange look appeared on his face."Oh shit!!" I exclaimed at the same time, as the reason that the book was here became clear in both of our minds."No kidding!" Pat answered, as he also realized what the book's presence. When Joe hears the show's opening theme, he hurries back into the lounge carrying tumblers of gin and ice. He hands Caroline her drink and sits on the chair arm by her side while he raves to Mike about the band, how they are the future of music.Mike is dismissive: "This electronic crap will never catch on."They sit quietly, sip their drinks and watch the musicians at their machinery; nice young men in suits and ties who turn dials, flip switches, paw at keyboards, and rap at electronic pads.