Mike dropped to one knee and started singing in a nice baritone voice, "Old Mann-River..."Vanessa couldn't help but laugh. "You idiot." she said when ...she got her giggles under control.Mike rose to his feet and offered her his elbow. Vanessa shrugged and tucked her hand into the crook of his arm.Mike thoroughly enjoyed himself, wandering among the paintings and offering outrageous and insightful comments on each picture, keeping Vanessa giggling and chatting for most of the evening.At the door. Instead he began to lick my asshole which I loved and I enjoyed the familiar feeling of a lubed up finger entering me. I watched with fascination as he poured some lube on his cock. Stroking it, It somehow looked bigger than usual.He came up the bed and our cocks touched ‘you ready to try honey?’ I was nervous but nodded my agreement. He rolled back my legs and I felt his cock head against my anus. I knew I wanted this and I relaxed as I felt the pressure build, It popped in and I never felt so. Vicky stopped her. "Let me do you, poppet. One good turn deserves another, no?" Vicky undid the buttons on Monica's blouse, slid it off and hung it up. She picked up the skirt and hung it up, all while Monica stood there in her white sports bra and cotton granny panties. Vicky pulled the sports bra over Monica's head, then gently pushed Monica down on the fitting room bench. Vicky knelt down between Monica's legs and pulled the granny panties slowly down, putting Monica's knees together and. "Good to listen to, and for us to dance."As the plates from their appetizers were cleared away, the band started. One of the members walked up to microphone stand, and began to talk."Good evening everyone, welcome to the Renaissance ballroom. We are the Roberttones, we are just waiting for our lead singer, Brian to arrive..."The rest of the band called out "Where's Brian?" and the keyboard player spoke. "Unfortunately, Brian just called, and he can't be with us tonight. Something about taking a.