Family

We should blow up this now

It's all because of mine

Don't people see yourself

Cause I can't pray for

I never needed your cry

I love your cry

That's romantic cause I need you so

I know that you're ashamed

So romantic that accuse you

Don't you know that you're ashamed?

So romantic that accuse you

(Note: I've listened to Ashamed many times and I wrote down what I thought were the correct words, I checked them against the ones on the net [not on the official site though] and these are the ones that turned up, but I'm still not convinced).

After Ashamed they went off stage for a bit and everyone shouted for an encore, so Zimkitty came back on stage and performed two more songs. The first was Zim Zum's second favourite, a very jazzy song called Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist.

Eerie whispers

Trapped beneath my pillow

Won't let me sleep

Your memories

I know you're in this room

I'm sure I heard you sigh

Floating in between

Where our worlds collide

It scares the hell out of me

And the end is all I can see

And it scares the hell out of me

And the end is all I can see

I know the moment's near

And there's nothing we can do

Look through a faithless eye

Are you afraid to die?

It scares the hell out of me

And the end is all I can see

And it scares the hell out of me

And the end is all I can see

It scares the hell out of me

And the end is all I can see

And it scares the hell out of me

And the end is all I can see

They saved the best for last and performed Muscle Museum, Zim Zum's favourite Muse song.

She had something to confess to

But you don't have the time so

Look the other way

You will wait until it's over

To reveal what you'd never shown her

Too little much too late

Too long trying to resist it

You've just gone and missed it

It's escaped your world

Can you see that I am needing

Begging for so much more

Than you could ever give

And I don't want you to adore me

Don't want you to ignore me

When it pleases you

And I'll do it on my own

I have played in every toilet

But you still want to spoil it

To prove I've made a big mistake

Too long trying to resist it

You've just gone and missed it

It's escaped your world

Can you see that I am needing

Begging for so much more

Than you could ever give

And I don't want you to adore me

Don't want you to ignore me

When it pleases you

And I'll do it on my own

I'll do it on my own

Zim Zum stretched out the last 'own' by wailing it into the microphone in falsetto, for about a minute.

After the party Buffy and Michael went back to Michael's place.

"Do you remember earlier you said you like it when I owe you favours."

"How could I forget?"

"Well now it's time for me to do you that favour. Wait here I'll be back in a second."

Buffy left his bedroom and returned a few minutes later wearing a sexy red leather outfit.

"So, what do you think?"

Michael began to sing in a camp voice:

How do you do?

I see you've met my

Faithful handyman

He's a little brought down

Cos when you knocked

He thought you were the Candyman

Don't get strung up by the way that I look

Don't judge a book by its cover

I'm not much of a man by the light of day

But by night I'm one hell of a lover

I'm just a sweet transvestite

From Transsexual Transylvania

"Very funny," Buffy said annoyed with Michael.

"So, come up to the lab and see what's on the slab, I see you shiver with antisi... pation. But maybe the rain, isn't really to blame, I'll remove the symptom, hm hm hm, but not the cause."

Tara just lay there, sweating heavily in the unseasonably warm night air, panting to catch her breath. She was surrounded by a dreamy fog, her whole body tingling and alive, yet limp as a wet towel. Her arms were

folded across her succulent breasts, covering both her large, pink nipples.

Tara felt the warmth of her lover on her lower body, gently placing light, soft kisses here and there. It was such a wonderfully warm night and Tara loved the way she felt, just after her earth-shattering orgasm.

Tara sighed softly as Willow's soft lips worked their way up her glistening stomach, the softness, the gentleness with which she was being treated made her float on a cloud of sensual pleasures. She felt something soft and warm against her sopping crotch and it made her moan softly and arch up. Tara loved the way the warmth spread through her, starting at her sensitive pussy.

"Happy birthday baby." Willow's soft voice said. "God I love eating you. I love having you in my bed."

Tara reached down and ran her fingers through Willow's hair while at the same time arching her pelvis up to press even tighter to the girl's soft, warm breast. Willow rubbed her nipple against Tara's slit, coating it with her juices, then repeated the process on her other breast. Tara reacted as she always had, by grinding her cunt hard

against the soft flesh and moaning softly.

"Let me eat you. Please Willow?" Tara said softly.

Willow considered this carefully. The last time, she had lost all control, moaning out loud. Loud enough to attract the attention of Miss Withers, one of the college's dormitory supervisors. Fortunately they both

heard the clatter of her outdated shoes coming down the hallway and escaped the embarrassment of that encounter.

Willow moved like a snake, writhing up Tara's body, then kissed Tara with an urgent, passionate kiss. Her breasts, slick with Tara's cum, slipped back and forth wetly against the larger girl's chest.

"Oh, yes, I'd love for you to eat me." Willow crooned softly.

"I want you over me." Tara said breathlessly. "Sit on me."

Willow grabbed the headboard of the small bed, spreading her legs wide and lowering her naked body down until she felt Tara's hands guide her.

As soon as Tara's tongue began flicking and darting between her legs Willow could feel herself losing control. She bit her lip, holding onto the headboard to keep from falling and buried her face in her arm to muffle her passionate moans.

Below, Tara felt Willow's hips rotating in a sensual, sexy motion, her face buried between the slim red head's long legs. Willow's splayed lips rocked back and forth over Tara's face, washing her face with a warm slippery cream. Tara loved the taste of her Willow, the fragrance of her

arousal and most especially the way she moved as she climbed closer to her climax. Tara let her hands slide up, over Willow's flat stomach, to feel her luscious breasts with their pointy nipples. Everything about Willow

described sensual grace and sexuality, Tara thought, especially the way she loved to make love.

Tara inserted a finger, one from each hand, into Willow. One into her lover's pussy, then other into her tight rear. That always triggered the best orgasms for Willow; the ones that made her buck and shudder.

Willow's body was tensing, getting close. Briefly Tara listened, past the sharp, short breaths Willow was using, for footsteps in the hallway.

'Who is it tonight?' Tara tried to remember. 'Miss Davenport. Shit! It would be that snooty old bitch!'

Tara listened to Willow's breathing, and tried to guess if she would cry out. It certainly wouldn't do to have Miss Davenport fling the door open! She imagined what they looked like from the doorway, in the dark room, illuminated by the hall light.

There she would lay, stark naked, her legs wide and cunt displayed like a slutty whore, sweating, with her fingers in another girl's ass and cunt.

Willow's tight ass would look marvellous with her legs spread wide like this, her back and butt glistening with sweat as she masturbated herself on another girl's tongue. No, it certainly would not do if Miss Davenport

opened the door!

Willow must have been worried about crying out too, for she was taking forever to come. Tara worked furiously on the girl's pussy, and then decided to take the risk. She worked a second finger into Willow's sopping cunt,

feeling the front wall of her pussy. Willow let out a very high-pitched squeal, one that disappeared from hearing quickly as she held her breath.

Tara knew that this would be a wonderful climax, her own pussy leaking its cream down between her cheeks. Willow lifted up slightly; shaking and then she shuddered, her pussy releasing a copious amount of her juice. Tara felt the slippery liquid splatter on her face. The warm cum practically ran down her fingers and hand. Willow

moved and Tara withdrew her hand, opening her mouth wide and sucking hard against Willow's opening. This time she felt the girl's cum actually squirt into her mouth, which excited her so that she sucked and tried to shove her tongue far up Willow's snatch.

Willow slid off, her body still shuddering, and cupped her hand over her sex as she curled up alongside Tara. Tara swallowed the slippery juices then wiped her face, spreading Willow's scent over her neck and chest. Tara loved having Willow's cum on her, knowing that it was

something very special that they shared with each other. Tara rolled onto her side and wrapped herself around Willow, soothing her with light touches and soft kisses.