I had copied all my original cassettes and my records on to cassette-tapes, so if the copies went missing, which they did with annoying frequency, I s...ill had the originals. My stereo was also expensive and had the ability to copy the songs from my records onto cassettes.I’d told my brother if it got damaged, I’d lock it up while I was away. Fortunately, my brother knew I loved that stereo and the boys were banned from touching it. He was the disc jockey when I wasn’t there. Luckily, the. .. where else might the girls be?” he stuttered. Now, I let my expression change. He held up his hands, defensively. “I mean ... if I’m going to avoid them ... where shouldn’t I go?”“Ah.” I nodded. “I’d avoid Chicago, New York, Boston and the entirety of New Jersey,” I told him. “The Russo family has ... um ... business interests there. Any other questions?”“No sir,” he said distinctly. Then, for the first time, he seemed to notice the dampness between his legs. He touched himself there, raised. I went behind the wall, squatted down, and moved my panties off to the side. They were a little moist from where my pee-pee leaked out. I let go, and a heavy stream of pee came flowing out and splashed on to the concrete. It felt so good to finally let it go. It seemed to go on forever. When I was about halfway through, I looked up and saw the bartender had come behind the wall and was watching me. I was shocked, and became even more shocked when I realized he had his cock out and was rubbing. Her hands reach up to his thick hazel coloured hair and pulls fiercely back so that his mouth is in reach of hers. She reaches up and probes his beautiful mouth with her tongue. Their tongues tangle, soft moans escaping her lips as their tongues tantalise one another. She loves to kiss him, her fingers wrapped in his hair, nipping his sweet mouth and then kissing him again. She feels his blood filled cock pressing against her stomach and melts into his body. Without a word he carries his 5 ft.