And I said I feel something different. She is a brilliant and she got where I am heading to and said there is no such scene here, so shut everything a...d go to sleep. Then I pinched her cheeks and went to sleep.For few hours till then we were sleeping and she always keep her head over my chest while sleeping. Since this is the first time as we are going in sleeper bus she placed her head over my arms and hands over my chest and put one of her leg over my leg. After all she is my life partner, so. "Fuck him,lets just fuck each other all night," Dean said,wishing she would stop talking about the Monk with the strap .Dean had wanted so much to punch the Monk when he saw Rachel over his knee,but he knew if he had done both she and he would be much more trouble,he had to bear the indignity of watching the Monk grinning with pleasure as he brought his hand down on Rachel's bare bottom.Further indignity was in store as Dean lay over the Monk's knee,bare bottom exposed.He could feel the Monk. As solid as he was, Gerry, with her feet and her forearms flat on the back seat, was using tremendous power through her hips to push off the comfortable leather upholstery, and then she began to squeeze him with her thighs and his cock with her vaginal muscles."Come on big boy all you have to do is hold yourself up while I do the work; let me see just how quickly I can make this big snake spit."And that is exactly what Gerry did, while Bill propped himself up on his right hand and used his left. He was Kenny Rodgers. We’d smoke pot in Pat’s Ford Econoline van before the shows, smoke with the other musicians and the roadies. We were toking it up one evening with Bob Seger and his band, then known as the Lost Herd, back when Bob was a hard working unknown. We were outside the Dog & Suds Roller Rink on Cleveland Avenue in Columbus. Bob had his own Ford Econoline, a light blue model with Michigan plates. The show began and there were eight paying customers – 8 – and what the world missed.