How are you feeling?”“Running on adrenalin,” Keith responded. “It’s probably time to head out of the museum. And now that you mention it, my...body’s starting to beg for more painkillers. If I take them down here, I might collapse and go to sleep like I did on the plane. I don’t want to miss something important.”“I’d wake you for it if it came up,” she said seductively.“Oh, I certainly hope so,” he said kissing her. They reluctantly broke the kiss and Keith went back to the program.“Keith, does. .. What about Tommy?”“What about him?”Pete remained seated, staring at the ground. “Nothing, I guess. Or ... maybe he’d be willing to play rhythm guitar? Since someone says he won’t do it,” he finally said, giving me a sidelong glance.I laughed. “Sorry, Pete. I’m not playing the show. But I’m sure if you ask Tommy, he’ll play killer rhythm for you!”“Okay ... Okay, this ... could work ... Yeah ... Let me call the guys.”He packed up his guitar and then rose, looking at Muireann and me for a long. Tell you where we’re going and when we’ll be home, and my number one priority is Abby’s safety,” he listed.“That’ll do for a start.”“Now Jake and I can drive ourselves to our practises or games without needing a ride,” he mentioned.Abby quickly got a large towel and comforter they usually used and placed them in the trunk. They said goodbye and the family watched as Brad politely opened the car door for her.“Now the worrying really begins,” Karen said watching the car go down the street.“Brad. With a body-shaking burst of pleasure, his cock began spurting out white cream. It spattered the ground in front of him and dribbled out on to his cock and hand.Expended, Hank stopped. He licked the cum off his hand, enjoying the taste. From time to time, he contemplated the fantasy of tasting the seed of another man, perhaps with that man’s cock between his lips.Slowly, Hank rose to his feet. His cock dangled, still dripping cum. Below, Natalie had lain back down in the sun, a contented look.