And pay a fee, Grandma titjob no thank you… I don’t have money to waste on fees I can easily avoid, I add as I walk out the door.My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs.I know Moms and Boys Zack, you’re my best friend.Our Saturday routine also included watching football in between sex.Yes, I answered.I was holding her down by then, trying to decide what next to do when it hit me.I wanted her to suffer pain.I'm sorry but I've been thinking bout you a lot and it got me so horny.Like the Goddess Bess Atwater who even after ordering her parents to dominate her, still reveled in her powers.And then, no—— he could not last —— and her mouth was on him —— and his head was spinning —— oh my god, oh my god, this can't be real, it can't, it can't —— and he was shooting, he was shooting, he was inside her mouth, inside it —— the earth was moving, it was moving, I tell you ——and he was heaving as much as if he'd run a race, heart thumping, uttering praise to all the gods of Christianity and Hinduism.Enough so that I had been working on a solution. She was with two other girls who had been urging her to titjob sing for ages. Anyway, finally, she got up on stage. I could see that she was extremely nervous, the song had to be restarted when she made a hash of the beginning, but it did sound as if she had a nice voice.Pepe caught my eye and beckoned me up, she had chosen one of the sings I quite often did, Patsy Cline’s version of ‘Have you ever been lonely’. Fuck Pepe, do I really need this? I thought, but I got off my ass, walked over and took a mic. Okay love, it’s Moms and Boys you and me. She let me start, before joining with me. Pretty quickly her confidence grew, then she really started singing, and I do mean singing, her voice was amazing, even better than mine, I grudgingly admitted. The second verse, I just let her sing, before rejoining for the remainder of the song.We brought the house down, but even then, she smiled very shyly. I invited her to the bar to have a drink with me.Turned out that just like me, she also sang mostly country, she had, in fact, got a huge cd collection, she had started collecting seriously since she was about sixteen.When I say sang, it meant at home, she’d never been on a stage before.I fetched the songbook and asked which songs she knew. Before long we had a sizable list of numbers we were both familiar with.We did a couple more together, which both received stupendous applause. Then Pepe asked if he could join us. He knew I was on holiday the following week and asked if I was going away at all.Then he told us that he wanted to make us an offer, he wanted us to do an hours show for five or six nights, using the karaoke for backing music, he would pay us the going rate. Adding that we could, if we wanted, rehearse in the mornings.I told him that we’d let Grandma him know tomorrow.Dawn said she wasn’t sure that she could do it, saying that it was a bit different singing a couple of karaoke songs to doing an hours show, and for nearly a week.Two or three Malibu’s later, and I was winning her over...........Pepe had gone to town with a huge poster, even a good photo he’d taken when we were on the karaoke.