"Hey sweet cheeks, looks like you have a fan club."Liz looked over her shoulder and saw me standing there, and not just standing there - somewhere alo...g the way, and without even being aware that I'd done it - I had freed my dick from the confines of my jeans and I was standing there stroking it.Liz cried out, "Oh God, not him. He's not supposed to be here."That broke the spell and I turned and beat feet for my room. As I fled down the hall I heard Liz crying:"He's gonna tell. Oh God I'm gonna. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started rearranging items. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it" She paused for a moment then said "I like to read stories, it passes the time" "What kind of stories do you like? "I. Another finger joined the first one, spreading me wider back there. There was a small twinge of discomfort when it entered me, a short clenching of my muscle ring that made my breath hitch, but then she was in to her knuckles and wiggled her fingers in my bum. My moans started again and rose in pitch when she started her pistoning motion again, first slowly, but quickly picking up pace. My pussy throbbed with need. “Three,” she whispered, and my nipples and pussy tightened in forbidden. They hugged and kissed for the last time and he left. She went back indoors, sat down and cried. When she was cried out, she left the flat and went to see Cheryl.The band spent four days making sure all was prepared and doing some practising, during which Annette played bass. It was clear to all she was talented and had taken time to learn all the pieces they would be playing.The tour began well. A development they had not expected was that Leo had negotiated with the BBC to do a documentary on.