![]() ![]() I like how smooth you are Sam and wanted to see how the two of us will feel together flesh on flesh, says Sandy, as she rubs his crotch with a leering look of desire. He smiles as she embraces him closer to her. Running his finger between her labia lips, he feels she is wet already. Sam runs his hand up her thigh slipping his hand through the dress slit to feel her smooth, warm moist honey bun. ![]() "WOW, you sure look sexy tonight," he says, as he gives Sandy a kiss and a warm hug. She has a welcoming smile and invites Sam to come in the house. Before he could knock, the door opens, as Sandy stands there in a long tight floor-length black gown with a slit up to her thigh. He grabs his overnight bag and walks up to the front door. When Sam pulls in Sandy's house driveway, the sunset is about complete showing a beautiful glowing orange and red sky. She lives closer to where the bike group is meeting in the morning. Sam heads out to dinner and night with Sandy. Sam thought only well-hung men got this kind of treatment from women. She seems infatuated with his tallywhacker, which has never happen to him before he is just your average size man. Sam has never had a woman so into his manhood she likes to suck him and screw all night long. Sam enjoys the enthusiasm she has when they have sex, and Sandy loves sex. ![]() He knows she wants to get back with her husband he knows she also enjoys sex with him a lot. They have a lot in common and became friends with benefits. Sam and Sandy often go out for drinks after meeting at the gym while working out. ![]() She separated from her husband some months ago, and Sam does not know why they parted ways. Sandy has taken care of herself and looks extremely attractive for a woman in her late forties. Sandy has blue eyes with long blond hair C size breasts on five foot eight tall, on a slim body. She is a bit more mature than he is in age. Sam has a dinner date tonight with a lady friend he met at the gym some months ago. The overnight bike ride begins in the morning on the other side of town. He turns on the security alarm as he closes the door. He checks his neighbor Bill's apartment to make sure all is safe knowing Bill is out of town this Friday evening at his son home for a visit. A crown jewel of one of indie rock’s most ambitious songbooks, “June” found its home in a world that seems as absurd, doomed, and oddly romantic as Bejar has always seen it.Sam has his SUV packed for the bike trip while he secures the apartment and ensuring all the lights are off. If we’re to take him at his word, this really is what life is like-alternately gliding in ecstasy and waging war on each passing thought, all while still making time for the everyday absurdity that falls in between. The onslaught of non sequiturs is chopped and layered against wafting disco, like the soundtrack to a mirrorball head-trip sequence in the Hollywood adaptation of his life. The Canadian songwriter’s spoken-word vocals are processed to sound like a montage of various Dan Bejars complimenting and contradicting one another, musing on art and existence or cracking an “I barely know her!” joke while pondering the meaning of love. “Speaking of lifelike, this is what life’s like,” Dan Bejar declares midway through “June,” a gloriously surreal destination following three decades of journeying into the heart of his subconscious. ![]()
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