Abby was sure she was going to explode. The combination of being outside where anyone could see and his tongue was becoming too much for Abby. “Ple...se fuck me!” Brian raised his eyes to her face and smirked. “I want you to cum for me baby, all over my tongue.” He continued licking and sucked her hard clit into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. He sucked hard on her, his cock getting harder as he hears Abby moan loudly. Her orgasm was on the edge and when Brian jammed two fingers roughly. Vertical sections were flipped over, legs dropped, and somehow in seconds a large stage materialized before our eyes. From one of the tunnels a large wide-tired forklift truck appeared carrying an eight-foot square platform with the band's amps, keyboards, and a drum set, ready to play except for the electrical hookups. The platform was set atop part of the newly erected stage, and the forklift folded over and neatly tucked itself beneath the stage. One crewmember brought an electrical cable. In truth, we were both dreading bed. There was the air of unfinished business, of pain and hurt, of shame between us. We both longed to be together, touching, skin to skin, kissing, but were both nervous.Mataoka spread out our blankets under a conifer as usual and, as it was the height of summer, it was warm enough to not need to bundle up tight so we could share. We carefully stripped by the fire and went to the cool bubbling brook to splash ourselves clean; Mataoka had a thing about keeping. “Long hair,” said Vinnie, stifling a laugh as he prepared for his set. He lifted off, grunting slightly as he started his reps.“Shorter than him,” said Don.“Nice smile,” said Will.“And crazier than a—”“Hold up,” said Don. “Do they start out crazy, or do they get crazy after he hucks his wood into their hoohaw—”The bar clanged back into place, and Vinnie lay on the bench laughing. “Are you fucking kidding me with that? Don, you gotta wait till I’m off the bench before you—wait, did you just use.