"Hell yeah," Darren said sourly. He looked at the members of Birmingham. "No matter what you do, no matter how much you might think you want to, never...kiss a groupie."And, as Earthstone had done before them, they said no further on that matter, leaving it to the newbies to find out how solid that advice was on their own.In their dressing rooms they were assisted with their wardrobe by Reginald Feeney and had their hair done by Delores Riolo, just as before. Once dressed and presentable they. One day after they had sex she secretly went to a doctor within an hour of their sex and she took a swab of his semen from her and had him test my brother’s potency. She told her he had a very very low sperm count. Pregnancy was unlikely.She then asked me – and she cried the whole time – if I would once more have sex with her unprotected and possibly impregnate her. She was in her fertile period and it was virtually now or never. If she fell pregnant the only two people that would ever know. We both put a few things into our bags and shut our laptops down. We looked at each other, puffed our cheeks out and fell back into our chairs. We both spread our legs, not for any reason other than we were exhausted. However, I found myself looking at her legs, trying to see up her skirt, her skirt not even short, it came to just above her knees, but for some unknown strange reason I was looking. I suddenly snapped out of my stare, she hadn’t seen me looking, her head was tilted back against. Both mtself and Kirk gasped. Under the raincoat the man wore a deep, red basque with a pearl choker to his neck, rolling down his trousers he revealed red stockings with a matching suspender belt. He had on a red thong and a stiff six inch cock waved infront. I heard a noise nearby and knew our new audience was in place, he moved back to me, his fingers once more playing with my tits, I saw him glance towards the hole as he bent his mouth to my right boob, leaving a red flourish upon it as he.