When she realized where we were going Beth looked over at me. "Tommy, you remembered!" Of course. Remember that first whistle you got?" Oh, God, yes. ...emember I thought it was for the CAR?" I just chuckled, thinking back to how shy and self-conscious she'd been—totally unready for any attention, let alone whistles from total strangers."So, what does this quarter at school look like?" I asked once we'd found a table and ordered."Much better than the last one! About the hardest class I've got is. Sharon glanced at me, obviously unsure of what I had told Rach of our conversation, and unsure of what to say. “I didn’t mean to…” she said, truly upset that I might have been hurt. The look on her face melted my apprehension. “It’s cool” I said, hoping to make her feel better, and without letting myself think about it, I stood up, slid off my trunks, and said “Lets swim.” The look on Sharon’s face as my dick bobbed a foot away was priceless, and then, turning to Rach, who was watching. When she was mindless with need, Reverend Wilson rose up above her as again he inserted one finger, then two, into her tight vagina.The excited youngster gasped with the teasing orgasm just out of reach as Reverend Wilson expertly used her. Moaning and half-sobbing, she felt the Reverend's fingers taking unimaginable liberties with her young body and sending unimaginable waves of pleasure rippling through her.The minister himself was crazy with lust and he finally allowed himself to act on it.. For a long time the dream had been enough to keep them going. She could sing the blues with anybody, sing the memory of pain and hopelessness that had been her childhood, the dead end of trailer parks and the unwanted attention of her mother's boyfriends. Who cared about the blues anymore though. Not the record companies that was for sure. Not the gaga public drowning in hype and blondness. No tears though. No tears tonight. She applauded the band. A one person standing O. The guitar player.