I moved my laptop bag further into the house. Yeah, I carry it home. And I set it down if I'm getting hugs from Johanna. I headed into the kitchen, sl...d my plate in the microwave, poured myself a soft drink and set it on the table. I leaned against the door frame watching the two of them making music. GOOD music."That's new," I said."Little Fugue," Jo said.Kara was smiling. "First time I ever tried it was today. Is it too bad?" No, not at all," I smiled. "Considering it's an organ piece.. Billie Jean was really fucking hot.The problem was that try as I might, I simply couldn't remember her. Not only did I not remember fucking her, which I have to admit, was a crime. I couldn't remember ever meeting her or ever hearing of a Billie Jean.Before I knew what was going on, before I could even hear the rest of her bullshit. My people whisked me and Mary Beth out of there. I really have to give Mary Beth credit. She was cool and professional. She smiled and posed for the cameras, even. I slide down your body as your hardening cock springs free from your clothing. I take it in one hand and guide the tip to my mouth, giving it a soft kiss.You grab onto the bar as you feel my lips slide over your cock and slowly take all of you into my mouth. I massagie your balls and stroke your cock in rhythm to my mouth going down on you. You wrap your hand in my hair and push me further onto your cock. You grow even harder as my tongue glides over you. I hear you moaning my name and your. ”Howlin Wolf. Who Do You Love? A sort of Monsters anthem he and Joe jammed on early on. It fit, being about a monster. And it allowed Eddie to shine.Well into a brilliant solo, Richard joined them, plugging in. Eddie nodded and finished the arc and let Richard take over. It became a twenty minute sparring match. Neither won. The audience did. They shared singing the song when it got back to it, and laughed when both guitars squealed in feedback in the end.“Eddie Frank,” said Eddie, lifting his.