”“I don’t remember that,” John said, looking at her and Jackie.“I’m beginning to,” Jackie chuckled.“But I do remember I liked hiding i... the old cars,” he agreed.“That was to get away from Jackie. Don’t you remember how you got that scar on your forehead?”“All I remember was running into the bumper or corner of a big car,” he said, touching the half-inch mark above his left eye.“You were running to get away from Jackie and cracked your head on the corner of an old Cadillac. You sure would. Well anyway, about this time she was devoting more time to work and climbing the corporate ladder, and so was I. More her than me. She wasn't into sex that much, by the time she would get to bed she was exhausted and would be out within a few minutes of hitting the bed.Being a guy, I needed to cum. Lets face it, all guys need to cum at a minimum of once a week or we get backed up. And if we don't get it, we beat off to relieve ourselves. If a guy is not getting sex and says he doesn't. Shetended to like wearing a long white blouse which was never tucked in andblack trousers. She had black hair and looked European.Lisa was our guitarist and she had long blonde hair and like Sheila alsotended to favour looking like her male counterparts in her dress style.She was a graphics designer and tended to do all our art work.Our band was a democracy and we always voted on any major decisions. Iwas thrilled when not only did the band agree to play "Centrefold" butagreed to do a video. He was 24 years old, stood at 6’4 with a muscular build, tattoos on each arm, blue eyes, and a fair skinned complexion. His hair was of light golden locks. Fawnie waited till the door shut before greeting him. Upon hearing the familiar thud of the door closing, she grinned and waved, ‘Hello Stranger. To what do I owe your presence?’ A few steps would be taken by Fawnie, her exotic features as well as her shapely physique would be graced by the dim lighting at each movement. Her round dark.