(And the girl wasn't me, either, despite everything you've beentold.) I'm talking about the other one. The one where they fucked each other. There's b...en a lot of lies and half-truths told about that show. Let me tell you what really happened.It was April or May, 1977. (Or it might have been 1978. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!". Herliquid snake flicked out from her mouth licking the flowing river, swirlingthrough the tunnel and softly sucking the button of love. Barb's orgasm quickly escalated into a storm of desire, her screams ofpassion echoing throughout the house. Carrie let the fire subside beforeshe slipped Barb off the counter and turned her around facing the counter.Pulling her hips back from the counter and pushing her head down, Carrieflipped Barbs skirt up exposing the white creamy flesh.Slapping her bottom. First, let me introduce myself. I am 21 yrs old, ht.5.5 and stats-38D-26-38. Yes, I have those big melons that boys go mad looking at. So it was the month of June and it was around 6.00 pm, raining heavily outside. My dad had been transferred to Japan, as he was a software eng. My brother, 24 had gone for a few days to accompany my dad. My mom had gone to relatives home for 3 days and was to return after 2 days. I was to stay alone at home and I too had holidays. I was upstairs in my room. He currently held the assistant principal trumpet position in the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra, and had just finished his first audition to succeed the principal trumpet player after his retirement at the end of the month. While he always had confidence in his abilities, today seemed totally different, almost as though he was possessed while on stage.“Well, well,” Mike heard a voice call out. “Someone seems very pleased with himself.”He turned to find Darcy White, the principal bassoonist for.