’ He raised his arms in protest. ‘Why? That sounded amazing.’ ‘I’m a writer, Billy. Not a singer,’ I reminded him. ‘Bullshit,’ he said... grabbing my arm. I flinched. My flesh was still a bit tender from my last slice. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. He pulled me back into the garage, where he shoved his microphone at me. ‘What’s going on?’ Dalton asked. ‘Did you guys know he could sing?’ Billy demanded. Dalton raised his eyebrows and exchanged glances with the others, before shrugging. ‘We’re. But then he puts his hand on her knee and leaves it there. She feels a thrilling jolt, and then he says, would you like to come upstairs with me? She doesn't know what to say, and doesn't feel she can say anything anyway, so she just nods, gulps the rest of her drink and stands up from the bar stool, and together they walk to the lift.Once again they are in the lift silently, but this time it is different. She is about to do something she has never done before. She is nervous but very excited,. Sothey pulled my panties way down and made sure I was holding the skirt, Iwas wearing the new pink and purple one right then, way up. The pottydidn't look like a chair at all. It was more like a saddle for a horse,with a part in the back that stuck up high and a pointy part in front thefront that was almost as high. I sat across it, and my bottom fit justfine, but it was too low for me, so Mommy got a box to put under it andsaid she would get a piece of wood or something to use as a. He put her on the lounger. She willingly spread her legs for him, her dark hairs were matted with leaking juice. John crawled between her legs and took a deep breath, inhaling her aroma.“Mmmm, your pussy smells so good!” then he licked her. “And it tastes good too.” He lightly flicked his tongue over her swollen button then sucked on her wrinkly butterfly lips. Another touch to her spot made her body jolt.“Come on, John, don’t be a tease, eat my fucking cunt!” She yearned. He gave a sly smile.