It was brutal and raw and naked. She wrote about fucking, not making love, and of hurt and pain and it was real. We ended up in one of the quieter dow...stairs bedrooms; just a few other people getting stoned or making out. They faded into the background as we sat on the bed and talked and she coaxed me into sharing some of my, admittedly, immature poetry. I feel a little bit in love with her when she told me they showed a lot of depth for my age. Praise, recognition of any kind, fed my starving. I savored the heat, my nipples throbbing. They rubbed against the smooth surface of the manager's desk. As I squirmed, they slid across the surface, adding another bit of delight to my excitement. Frank's hand came down again, the loud slap echoing through the room.“Oh, yes. I was soooo bad,” I moaned. “Punish me.”“Shit,” groaned the manager, his hips thrusting forward, fucking his cock down Natasha's throat.“So bad,” Janet said, and then her hand slapped down on my ass. Not as hard as Frank's,. Hundreds of fans sang and danced along, pressed together in the park like so many cattle. It was chaos, and we all loved it.Packed in among the crowd, my friend Wes and I paid no attention to the thromg of people surrounding us. The concert was our first night out together in a long tme, the pressures of work and family having kept us from having any quality time together. But tonight we could forget about the rigors of real life for a few short hours and instead, live for the moment.The band. Mom tried to get up. "You naughty, naughty boy! We can't do that any more, honey. You can't suck Auntie's breasts anymore." "Why not? We are your babies, right? You can give us baths, touch our pee-pees, why not some suckling?" Dan resumed kissing and fondling Mom's tits. "But, John?" Mom asked, with something of a mixture of fear and . . . excitement? "John's asleep. He won't know anything," Dan insisted, "come on, Auntie, just for a little while?" Mom seemed to consider for a while. "Okay,.