‘Hi Shelly, we’ve read loads of your work. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you all day’ the handsome lead singer, Richard, said as he le...nt in to kiss my cheek. He introduced me to the rest of the band, Jimmy on drums, Paul on bass and Sean on guitar. They all said their hellos politely and all pecked my cheek. My perception of ‘rock stars’ had been that they were all assholes, but these guys seemed sweet. ‘Can we get you a drink?’ Sean said to me. A little bit tipsy from drinking the. Jeremy was ordered to go to the bathroom and check out his new look. Hestumbled around, holding his hands out in front of him having difficultywith his depth perception. Everything was fuzzy and flat looking but hefinally made it to the medicine cabinet mirror. He had to put his nosealmost against the mirror to see clearly."OMG! These have to be the biggest faggot glasses I have ever seen.They were brown faux turtle shell, big square frames with roundedcorners with gold trim. The sides of. This seemed as good a time as any and so after ambling out to the garage and locating the necessary tools, he made several long overdue minor repairs to the fence. Afterward he decided to give the fence a primer coat and finish the job off over the course of the following week. He rummaged around the garage and found some primer and a couple of usable brushes. Dutch thought he might as well get some sun and peeled off his shirt and began applying the primer coat to the fence. Twenty minutes. He lay impaled in me. I calmed down as the sensation of being torn in half subsided. He took his hand away, sinking his lips into my neck as he slowly ground his balls against my arse. I whimpered and moaned softly in a mix of pleasure in pain. He softly growled into my ear "You have good taste, whose knickers do you think you're wearing you little bitch"I let out a deep grunt as he bottomed out in me before I could feel his spasming as he fired another load into me. I lay there panting. Before.