She was forward and in control, while I hesitated, wondering what I was supposed to do.Betty reached her right hand down between her thighs and spread... the moist lips of her sex, allowing me to see the pink folds inside. "Do you like it, Stevie? Is it pretty?" Betty questioned me."Y-yes it is... I mean... you are very beautiful." I replied. I suddenly became aware of my throbbing penis trying to free itself from the confines of my pants.I watched as Betty's hand moved between her legs. The rise. Her pussy was leaking slime already, which glided down her inner thighs and legs to the floor. Keily became aware of this and it was then when everything started to make sense. Only a girl with the flexibility of Flower could fit a pole as big as the one displayed now on top of plant.Keily moved behind Flower and pushed her forward until she was standing right next to the plant. She made the girl step up over the big green trunk of the base and straddled the plant's phallus. The bulged head was. . '"You helped Dracula stake people on pikes?" Béla asked, twice astonished. "No wonder the Praetor never let you loose! How do you plan to get down, anyway?"'I didn't think that far ahead, ' Beth admitted. 'Maybe I could slide down ... No, that won't work ... Got any ideas? This is getting a little uncomfortable... '"I can imagine," Béla sympathized, finally seeing the humor in Beth predicament. "No, on second thought, I can't! I don't ever want to know what that feels like."Just for pure. It only took the Head Waiter a few minutes to return. In that time, I had allowed my mind to wander back to that light spring day. A 30 year old chardonnay was what I passed to the owner, asking him to hold it for me until such a time as I could return to claim it. The bottle was now well over a century in age. I had another at my home in Paris, so I knew it should still be in excellent form if properly kept.He held out the bottle so that I could see the faded label. I smiled and nodded that it.