His fondest hope for getting something tonight had been Wendy, lovely Wendy who dressed as carefully and femininely as if she were an air hostess in t...e 1960s, but she seemed to be attached to Carl tonight. Martin supposed he should have guessed that. Mariah was a possibility, she was a little rougher and tougher than Wendy but that probably meant she was a wildcat. Or a lesbian. Hard to tell. In any case, he didn't see her. In fact, it looked like there weren't that many women to hit on. I looked up at him lustfully and he took that as an okay. The next thing I knew his arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer, as our mouth desperately connected. He licked along my lower lip asking for entrance which I didn't let him have immediately, but when I didn't, he squeezed my ass which caused me to gasp and part my lips enough for him to snake his tongue into my mouth. He was honestly an amazing kisser, our tongues massaged each other for what felt like hours, before I realized. I still remembered how the Anglican Holy Communion service went, and I assumed the Catholic Mass was fairly similar to it. I glanced across at Karen, she seemed to be smiling, no, she was beaming. I felt that I had done the right thing by saying I would go to Mass with her.We arrived back at the house just as the others were arriving for the pre-rehearsal barbeque; I introduce Karen to everyone, and Paul introduced a potential new member of the band to us; a youngish girl, vivid read. ”“Well, okay.”“No, don’t bother - I know what you’re going to ask. No, I haven’t broken my promise - I haven’t sucked his cock, and I haven’t swallowed his cum. Yes, he’s fucked me again, and yes ... it was better than the best sex we’ve ever had.”“Well I’m sorry, but I really thought you were going to ask that.”“No, of course I’m not angry at you. I’m just ... honey, you just don’t understand, and it makes you so upset. I don’t know why you keep bringing it up.”“I know it’s illegal, but ....