"Yes," she whispered as she looked up at me."Did you think of my big, fat cock when you did?"She nodded slowly. "Yes."I unzipped my shorts, pulled my ...ock out and began to stroke it. I hardened quickly."This big, fat cock?" I asked as I slowly moved closer to the fence."Yeah," she replied."Touch yourself for me," I suggested. "I want to watch you while you watch me." Uh... I don't know..." she hesitated."Touch your pussy while you watch me stroke my big, fat cock for you," I urged. "Come on,. He took in the musky scent of her, fully. And as light as the kiss of a baby, he ran the tip of his tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. Her moans told him how much she needed and wanted him. Standing him up she smiled, ‘My turn!’ she whispered in a low but husky voice. One button at a time, she began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a smooth, hairless chest (her idea). She lowered her head to take each one of his nipples, into her mouth, flicking them as he had done hers. Like hers,. We spent a few minutes tuning them and messing with settings. We didn't have any special effects, but we really didn't need any.Bonita said, "Let's do "Night Train" first. I like the piano introduction on that one. Ready?"Amazingly, Bonita really had practiced the piece very well. We did the whole thing as an instrumental and gave Lisa some breaks to do some expressions, but realistically, we did the piece very straightforward.After doing six of the instrumental tunes, Bonita wanted to sing. What the hell was that about? It didn't connect to anything. I knew who the lady in red was. That was Yolanda, and I wasn't imagining it when she kissed me or when she asked me to call her. Those weren't dreams. Those were memories. Very nice memories. Eventually, I drifted off again, conscious of more chest pain now. Broken ribs, I remembered.The pretty young nurse had been replaced by an older, stouter woman when I awoke the next morning. Breakfast looked pretty unappetizing. I was hungry,.