. Shit. Here we go again." I step on to the stage. Its official. I've become the Kurt Cobain of this generation. Except I won't kill myself. Or do her...in. As I played... I kept having this vision of her, smiling at me in the crowd. I saw no one. No one but her. She was in the front row, smiling brightly. I snapped out of my vision... Looking to the space where she stood...I stop playing. Drop my guitar... "Salem..?" she was there. In the crowd. She jumped up onto the stage and I swept her into. Beth and I sat on the couch muttering words of regret and forgiveness as we kissed. Melody started cleaning up broken trinkets and Paul worked on a temporary fix on the front door.As they finished and sat with us, I pulled Beth onto my lap so her head could rest on my shoulder.“Baby, if what Paul told me is true, it’s not your fault. But I need to know what happened. Just to confirm, you didn’t choose to do this, right?”“No. You know I would never.”“Okay. We’re good, we’re calm. I love you.. .that is, until his left hand snaps sharply against her skirt-covered buttocks, startling Stacy into silence and producing unexpected tears, which begin to run down her face. He reaches under Stacy's skirt, roughly pulling her white silk panties down to a point just about mid-thigh. She never could have seen anything like this coming, especially in broad daylight in her own store--! She manages to bring both hands up from under their crunching position to try and pull his hand away from her. With each smack of our bodies I was touching end inside her, "that's it, that's it, you're hitting my spot" she mumbled. She was riding me like a jockey (thank god for the yoga) as I grabbed hold of her bouncing boobs. She increased her pounding as she called out "I'm close, quick, quick, give me your juice, *** with me." Whow this lady was a frieking demon. With a quick frenzy of penetrations I let go my load, she knew I was there and smacked down on my rockhard spurting member (which went.