I was well and good enough lit that if someone was behind that window, I would have no secrets. My hand slid over my belly and between my thighs. I pressed my palm flat over my pussy. Feeling the wetness, I pulled my hand back, a finger dipping into my slit. I bent my knuckle pulling the tip of my finger softly but ever so firmly over my clit. I could hear the sharpness of my breathing and the heavy pounding of my heart. I wondered how it would feel to be discovered. I wondered how bold he would be once I was discovered. Would he fuck me until I begged him to stop? Would he simply shake his head in disgust and walk away? I pushed my finger into my hole. I was buzzing with the anticipation of being caught.I jerked my head to the, left when Bozeman’s back porch light suddenly came on. I heard the twist of his doorknob and the creaking of an old aluminum storm door. Mr. Bozeman walked to the same chair he sat in earlier. Still talking on his cell phone. I made no move to hide.It was. Their love for boththe time I was spending with them, and the stories that they hadchosen, proved to me that life could go on, and I wanted to doeverything in my power to make sure that they got a chance to live lifeto the fullest.---The next day, the sun was starting to light the sky as our car pulledup to the drop-off point near Rumsey Playfield. The sky was clear andthe weather was welcoming as I walked toward the backstage area, withCole and Mason at my side. My family would be joining us later, butthere was still plenty of work to do before the concert started in justover 90 minutes.I barely had enough time to drop off my personal belongings in thesmall dressing room that had been provided for me. Then I was escortedstraight to the stage for a sound check. The small venue was alreadyfull, so it was a very different experience to play for a crowd beforethe concert even started. They cheered just as hard when we werefinished, and I loved it. Then I made my way backstage once.
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