Fate, however, seemed to want things to move a bit faster.Three things happened at the same time: I felt the tell-tale signs that my hardening boner h...d just been released from my very short shorts, the viewer began playing a theatrical presentation of some new movie I could care less about, and Yvonne let out a short if stifled cry of surprise. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to notice my erection. I looked to Yvonne, who was looking at my lap, or more importantly, what was sticking out from. ‘You want this, don’t you slut. Say it. You want some young cock, don’t you,’ and James still held Robin’s face in his hand, and waved his cock across in front of her lips. ‘Go on, say it, you want it!’‘Not here. Not here. Anybody could come to the door. Let’s go down to the basement,’ and Robin had more or less given her consent to the inevitable. The three made their way down the stairs and as soon as they reached the basement, James moved the sexy woman in the high heels back against the. "She is missing out on so much fun and all of the grandchildren." Margie is the way she is," George said, philosophically. "I guess she never really changed." And her loss is my gain," Cindy added, quietly. We left shortly after that. The babies needed to go to bed and so did we.For Valentine's Day in February, I took the girls out to dinner. Cindy had graciously consented to watch all six children while we were out. We had watched hers on the previous Saturday night when George had taken her. There were maybe ten people inthe bar all night, but we put our souls into it anyway.A lot of people think rock and roll is all dope andglamour. I suppose part of it is. But people never stopto consider the empty nights, or the bar owners who don’twant to pay you. But you take the good with the bad, Iguess.Anyway, it’s a job. Sure, it’s tough to play when there’snobody there to cheer you on – but then again, it must beeven tougher to have to turn a screw for eight.