My boyfriend frequents the only classy bar in town. About a month ago, he and I went to the bar to eat some oysters. We met a guy at the bar named Tom... Tom was a big man with a heavy-set build and a shaved head. He was at least 6'2" with hair everywhere but on that bald dome. He was noisy and arrogant, but I enjoyed his stories even though my boyfriend thought he was pompous. We saw him there a lot in the next few weeks. So, this past Friday, my man went to a concert without me. I didn't want. I just hope you learned from it. I forgive you, but I'm going to make Dad put a lock on my door. It's hard to sleep when my sister is climbing all over my boyfriend." You were awake? I thought you slept through my whole apology to Steve. I wouldn't blame you if you did get a good lock. Having a guy like Steve sleeping in the house puts a lot of strain on us females."Just so everyone knows what we're talking about, I couldn't sleep after what I did to Steve, so I went down to Gwen's room and. My eyes locked on this vision of beauty as my guitar solo came up, watching intently as her body reacted to every note I was playing, her hand clutching her tits and sliding to her tiny waist as I belted out the notes with long sustained soulful bends. The finest pole dancer couldn’t begin to match the raw sensuality of this enticing creature as the band shifted tempo to a sassy jazz interlude. As we swung back into the blues beat I glanced her way again and my eyes almost popped out of my. I began moaning softly as Nathan's big hands kneaded my ass cheeks andspread them to give him access to my hole. My ass ground back into hisface, eager to play. Even though I had been fucked twice the night beforeand once that morning by Gwen's strap on, and again a few hours ago byNathan's fat cock, my ass was ready for more. Was there any limit to it'sability to take dick?That unspoken question was soon answered by a shifting of weight behind meand a cock head being pushed against my.