You should probably tell me what’s going on.” She shrugged. “OK then, but we should probably go in your office.” That sounded ominous - and wi...h Charlie it could be almost anything, but more on him later; I was already dreading what I might be about to hear. She followed me into my office, a mug of hot coffee in her hand. She closed the door behind her. This just wasn’t looking any better, not at all. “OK Marci, what is Charlie apologizing for? I mean, I know he can be a little unpredictable at. Fern's here but she's still asleep. I've left her a note on the kitchen table. Thanks mate.” I had to laugh. Typical. Must be important to get him to rush off like that. Oh well, I had nothing better to do this weekend. I popped over to their house and added to the note Tom had left, that if Fern wanted she could come over and I would make her some breakfast. I then went up the short hall to check on her and peaked into her room. She was sprawled out on her bed with the covers pushed down and. Your mouth, I mean.”“Sit down, you flirt you!”So, she never stopped the base beat, which I’m singing now, using the words, “Why, tell my why?”MARILYN “Why tell me whyyou hate me?Making you sing...all by yourselfWhy tell me why,the notes, just fly by?All the way – to the skywe’ll get high – while I lieOh, Why-yy-yy-yytell me why?”“Okay Richie boy – it’s your turn, open that brain up wide. ‘Why, tell me why, Why, tell me why’”...JOHNNY “Why tell me whythey want me?To sing ... and to danceand to. I knew instantly that he must be dripping precum from how warm it felt. If my hand stayed there it would probably soak through his jeans. My cock was also starting to get hard. Terry’s hand kept rubbing and pinching my ass, while his other hand forced my hand to rub his cock. As you can guess, I had no idea what to do. My mind began racing with questions. Do I give in? What is he going to do next? Was he going to just take me right there? Was he going to kiss me? What should I do with my hands?.