As I slipped out of my knickers I couldn’t resist touching my pussy. Mmmm…it felt very hot and wet, just right for a little fun in the shower. As ... stepped into the bath I caught my reflection in the mirror, my pubes were a bit hairier than I normally like, especially if the night was going to end as I hoped. Because of my drunken weekend I hadn’t had time to trim my box with my electric razor. There was nothing else for it as I stretched forward and fumbled in my wash-bag. I would have to go. Sorry about this."They finished dressing and went downstairs to the kitchen to make the call to Patty's house. After a couple rings, a voice she didn't recognize as Patty's answered."Hello?" said Collette."Hi, this is Barbara Taylor. I was looking from my son Bobby — is he there?" Hi, Mrs. Taylor, it's Collette Simpson. Uh no, Bobby left here a couple hours ago at least." Did he say if he was going home when he left?" Barbara asked, maternal panic in her belly beginning to grow again."He didn't. I did as ordered. I saw his erection for the first time and could see a cut phallic about six inches. Standing in front of me, he places his hands on each side of my head, pulls forward and down so directing me to give him oral. I open my mouth, accepts his hardness into my warm wet mouth and I hear him moan and tell me that feels good. He keeps his hands on my head moving his hips up into my mouth that restricted from moving by his hands. We do this for maybe five minutes when he stops and. “Did you hear that? After the first stanza she kicked it up a fourth. God, is she good!”Jason noticed Keith playing air guitar as she sang. “Yeah, I heard it. I’m trying to see how it would feel ... things you can do with your voice you can’t do on an instrument...”“That shift opened up the whole song.”Keith demonstrated the fret change on his imaginary guitar. “It’s right there...” He looked toward his band-mate. “What do you think?”Willoughby nodded.Rob Robertson joined her onstage. Aja.