She was wearing black panties, with her thighs apart I was still rubbing up the front of her knickers and could see her juices glistering on the gusse...t of her knickers, I said "Lift you bum up", as she did I pulled her knickers down, she had a lovely looking pussy that was pissed through in juice, keeping her legs apart I went down and started to lick her, she moaned again.After about five minutes she started to cum, I was licking her clit and fingering her cunt and she screamed her orgasm out,. Don't try and be someone else. Just be you."And they all screeched in demented glee again. My ears were starting to ring."Can we get a picture with you?"Then they were standing beside us, taking pictures, crowding around and hugging us.Then they said the strangest thing of all."Um, can you like, tell us what your names are? We don't even know." Our names?" Yeah. What's A.J.M. stand for anyway?" I'm Charlotte, and he's Anthony. Why would you know our names?" Charlotte and Anthony! Charlotte and. I whispered that I’d take a few regular shots before she exposed herself and then all she needed to do was to sit sideways and keep her back to the gentleman at the other end of the bar. The bar would block the bartender’s view. She looked solemnly at me and nodded slightly. I stood up, backed away and asked her to smile. She did and I took a couple of shots. As I suspected, neither the other patron nor the bartender paid us any real attention. I nodded slightly to Ashley who. .He reached for a jar from one of the shelves as he passed, only to violently snag and let out a yelp. The momentary halt was soon followed by a tumbling fall with the jar in hand but a gaze above saw his remaining sock had snagged on a peg holding a picture of a laughing jester. Once his heart was no longer beating like mad from the fright, he saw the jar he took was labelled “ ORANGE MARMALADE,” but to his great disappointment it was empty. He didn't want to drop the jar for fear of breaking.