Tongues flicked and heartbeats soared. Her hands went to my hips and pulled my cock (when did it get that hard again?) into her pelvic triangle, where...she ground her own pubis against it.My hands pulled her shirt up and she slid her arms out, but wouldn't stop kissing me long enough for me to remove it completely. I didn't care. Her breasts were hot against my chest. I slid my hands into the back of her panties and helped her rub against my prick.A sound came from her throat, into my mouth,. “How did you do it, acting so cool and confident on stage?” she asked.“I was nervous too. I’ve played a number of times with Dissension at concerts so that helped with the nerves and playing hockey in front of six or seven thousand fans helped. I really like performing my song and made it fun to do.”Brad cupped her soft face in his hands, “Usually it’s you cheering me up! I love you Abby and will always support your dreams. This is your time and that is your stage, you own it! I heard you. They were at our house when we drove up; again, we gave them no comment.After getting in, Ginny showed Melanie the guest room that had been redone in girl colors, pinks and pastels, with a fresh bed for her. This would now be her room.Ginny came down and sat with me in the living room."Brandon, you are going to have to do something about those reporters." I know," I said. They would stay here until we gave them something."How about we give them a quick statement?" I asked.She seemed to agree,. She came very close to me and said: “Dunno maybe a hundred. Do you have a hundred-dollar bill on you?!” With a dry mouth, I said: “I think so.” I had some money on me that I was saving to buy a new graphics card. She smiled and said: “Show me.” I tried to reach for my wallet with one hand. She smiled and took the pillow off my other hand but kept looking me in the eyes. Now the hard on is enormous and I’m sweating all over. I opened the wallet swiftly and gave her the money and when I just was.