“Hmmm suppose you,re right and I did agree to this One Time!” “Just as long as Damian accepts it!” I sighed. “He s young, he,ll survive!” ...arah laughed and I joined her laughter. We were still smiling and chuckling when Damian returned with a tray of drinks and wanted to know what we were laughing at. “We we’re discussing the bikini on that bug redhead with the skinny guy and how it shows off her big titties too much!” I lied. “Yes I think everyone has noticed!” He smiled and glanced lovingly. “She said if she let me go any farther, she wouldn’t want to stop. ‘I can’t fuck you here,’ she said, ‘I’m too nervous we’ll get caught.’ I put her hand on the bulge in my pants and said ‘Where then? I feel like I’m going to fucking bust.’”She reached behind her and took his stiffening cock in her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, then started to stroke it lightly.“What did she say?”“She didn’t say anything at first, just kind of stood there with her eyes closed, rubbing my crotch. I couldn’t. "I have never been a very decisive person. When I was a child my father and mother made all my decisions for me: what to wear, what to eat, what to take in school... pretty much everything. When I graduated from high school I married John and he made those decisions for me." She lifted her face and her eyes locked into his. "I do not say this to complain; on the contrary I enjoyed it. I know many people would say I need to be my own woman, independent and decisive in my own right. Well, I'm not. "Sharon looked at me, "You're not kidding, right? You like country?" Of course, the kids and I will have to play some of the country we've created. We like all music because rock, classic, country, jazz, and blues are all the same. It's music that we've heard in our heads, and we also love to play what others have created."As we pulled up to the patio, Sharon said, "I thought I heard Bonita and that huge guy, Donny, playing some country. The guy in the wheelchair plays guitar with them too." We.