"One, two, three, go!"The music in front of me had me playing a long trill on a low note. Mickey joined in a moment later with a bass line driven by t...e beat. I heard a couple of missed notes, but when Cleo joined in by playing a rumbling roll on two of the pads, I stopped worrying about missed notes and started playing.The AI was definitely backing us. I was concentrating hard on what I was playing, but in the background I could hear what sounded like a full orchestra playing. There were. I moved next to the stairs and watched her. I caught myself rubbing my cock seeing her buttocks sway seductively ascend.At around 8:00, the guys started showing up joking and laughing, lighting up our cigars, and grabbing beers from the fridge before we sat down to play cards. We had been playing for several hours becoming quite loud. The wagers had been nickel and dime; then quarters and finally, the real money started coming out. Stacks of bills in front of each of us, Ones, Fives, Tens and. “How did you find out about that?”“Cathy and I went there one afternoon,” I replied. “We just decided to go exploring along the headland.”“Uh huh,” he grunted. “How serious are you two?” he asked. “I mean, it has only taken you and her a few years to realise the obvious.”“Obvious?” I asked. “What do you mean?”“Come, on, Will,” he said. “Blind Freddy could see that to two of you have been keen on each other for ages. Everyone knows that. How far have you gone, I mean, you know, have...”“Have we. This is what his crotch must smell like, I thought. I took another deep sniff before I pulled off my shirt and shorts and sat down on the bathroom floor in my own briefs. My cock was rock hard and starting to leak. I pulled it out of my briefs and started gently stroking it while I inhaled more and more of Mr Hanson’s delicious scent. I was lost in the world of his crotch. I moved from one pair of briefs to his jockstrap. The pouch was stretched out and kind of stiff. I wondered if he had blown.