If I Told Her to Take Her Clothes Off She Just WouldChapter 18
Faye lay half on me with one leg in-between mine, while I stroked through her hair and over her broad, tapering back and down to her wide, firm teen ass. “They were quite good, weren’t they?” she purred. “If that was their first gig it was amazing,” I agreed. “We’ll have to ask her if it was their first. And about the other girls. They were pretty good as well.” “They were. They just need a drummer and lead guitarist really. There aren’t as many girls around though, as guys. But perhaps...