Image from 1980
We are both on my sister's bed, strong moonlight coming through the window looking to drown a werewolf. She has been sucking my cock for about half an hour now to no avail--I just can't seem to get hard. But she soldiers on, sucking at the root of my drunken chaos while I idly reach down to caress one of her breasts.
Out in the living room, the party rages on. My friend K., thinking himself a funny guy, sets up the stereo speakers right outside my sister's bedroom door. Then he puts a record on the turntable by some Japanese avante-garde artist (not Yoko Ono) whose name I forget. It's a twelve-inch spoken record in which she whispers over and over, while wind chimes ripple in the background, "I am to come I am...I am to come I am...I am to coooooooooome!!!" It is not helping my problem. And I hear K. and the rest of them laughing.
What is this girl's name? I don't remember...
We are both on my sister's bed, strong moonlight coming through the window looking to drown a werewolf. She has been sucking my cock for about half an hour now to no avail--I just can't seem to get hard. But she soldiers on, sucking at the root of my drunken chaos while I idly reach down to caress one of her breasts.
Out in the living room, the party rages on. My friend K., thinking himself a funny guy, sets up the stereo speakers right outside my sister's bedroom door. Then he puts a record on the turntable by some Japanese avante-garde artist (not Yoko Ono) whose name I forget. It's a twelve-inch spoken record in which she whispers over and over, while wind chimes ripple in the background, "I am to come I am...I am to come I am...I am to coooooooooome!!!" It is not helping my problem. And I hear K. and the rest of them laughing.
What is this girl's name? I don't remember...
