Or even recognized me. During that time.Sex. And drugs. And rock and roll. There was fighting in the street. I was a street-fightin' man. I was living...a songwriter's dream.Marching and getting maced and looking at Hell's Angels dressed up as "security" and crying for the fallen here at home and cursing the fallen across the sea in another world and then going back to our little places to drink and eat and smoke and lose ourselves in sweat and saliva and secretions.Am I remembering?I think. I have her sit on the toilet sit while I blow dry her hair. I had left a mug of coffee here for her to drink while we go about all of this. She will have pain enough today; there is no need to add a coffee deprivation headache to it. I do her make up myself. I take a lot of care to hide the dark rings under her eyes, and all the tell tale signs of a sleepless night."Thank you" she whispers in my ear as she kisses my face. Finally we are done and leave the bathroom. I put her collar on her and. Sally reached down to touch herself between the legs. I decided it was nice to be appreciated. Lara cupped my balls with her hand as I did the same to her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her taut nipples. She moaned slightly and I felt her tongue pressing harder against my cock. The rain had made the inside of the van almost pitch black and the rain beat down on the tin roof making a noise that was almost deafening. Even in the middle of the open country we were isolated and alone, an. The light was set up and they both felt a bit nervous, but it also turned them on. In the beginning they left their underwear on. She had on a white satin bra and white thongs and he was wearing white undies. At first they didn't know what to do, they wanted the photos to look real so decided the best thing was to do what they normally did when they were alone.He's standing behind her and put his arms around her waist as he start to kiss and lick her neck. She lays her hands over his and enjoys.