She started to moan with a low groan, this was so naughty in so many ways. It was lovely. She was at work, she was his boss, he was much younger and s...e was more naked than she had ever been with a boy. Hard to believe but sex had always been in the dark and a matter of feeling around; here was a boy delighting in what she had always thought of as unsightly folds of skin (she’d even considered labia reduction), but he loved it. Ten minutes later she was relaxing again after a very satisfactory. Most of the guys I knew from my school days were married or were just no longer interested. Starting a band again seemed the furthest thing on their minds. In a few weeks and several auditions later, I managed to assemble a group of guys who were around my age and seemed to share my enthusiasm for music. This was a real good thing as proper attitude is as important as playing ability in my book. These guys not only played well, but they sincerely enjoyed what we were doing. I could not have. He laughed, and threw me down on it. I tore off his shirt, exposing his toned chest and stomach. I ran the ridges under my fingers, playing with his nipples. He gasped.“Ah, you like that do you?” I said, playing some more.He moaned into my neck as he kissed me, and pulled my shirt over my head. I undid his belt and pushed his jeans off him, and he rolled me over on top of him so he could do the same.Now it was just the think fabric of our underwear separating our cocks from each other. I could. When she saw it, she put down a packet containing a blue bra and panties and started searching through the boxes in front of her, “I have something more appropriate” “Awesome!” The outfit was considerably less revealing than the blue one, but it would have the desired effect. Merely touching it made her feel good. Wearing it felt better. Kimberly was the last act in her group. Her audience cheered as they heard the first beats of the most electrifying guitar riffs of the ‘70s and were.