A Few Wild Times
Gerry took a deep breath. “Wow, that was fuckin’ brill.”
Stephanie wriggled her hips, teasing him before his cock softened. “You were pretty good for an old guy.”
He grinned. “Hey, I ain’t that old, darling.”
She leaned down and kissed him. “Old enough to be my dad.” She slid off him and his cock flopped onto his tummy.
“You’re, what, twenty-odd?”
“Twenty-two. My mum’s been a big fan of yours since she saw your show at college.”
“Yeah?” Must have been my first band. Great bunch of guys.
“Mum said she’d met you all after the show.”
“Probably won’t remember her. We had a few wild times.”
“I love listening to that early stuff. Why’d you split up?”
“Usual reasons, ambitious guys with our own musical ideas.”
Stephanie grinned. “And?”
Gerry sighed. “Well, we fell out over some girls.” He looked at her. “How’d you get into the party tonight?”
“Your roadie likes being blown.”
He sighed. “He’s fuckin’ useless.”
She shrugged. “It’s how Mum got into the party where she met you.”
“Did I, er, you know, with your mum?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry.” Stephanie gathered her clothes. “She’s pretty sure your old bass player’s my father.”
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