He isnt my buddy and I dont plan on being a repeat customer. No, I sure as hell dont. The guy is standing there. Waiting. Or thinking. Actually, to me... it seems as if he is plotting. What? Who knows? Is he somewhat pissed? The bartender picks up a set of silver tongs and grasps a fresh orange slice. He dips the slice into a bowl of white powder he has brought up from under the bar. The powder looks to be sugar, or faux sugar. He drops the slice into the top of my drink, then uses the tongs to. And with shivering hand I just tried to touch those cute boobs, and it was soft and I kept my hand there for some time to see her reaction, I thought she was in deep sleep and decided to move further and put my hand inside her dress and when I touched her bare boob my cock was hard as a steel road.But suddenly she woke up and shocked to see me like that and she jumped out of bed and got very angry for my behavior, and she beaten me and started to cry, I felt scared and told her that I am sorry. She looked carefully and was happy, for now.She then proceeded with foundation, eye shadow, and eyebrowpencil, mascara, and lipstick. When she was done, she stoodback, and said, "Your pretty." Your kidding me. I probably still look like a guy in askirt." No. Take a look."Mike turned and looked in the mirror. The reflection wasthat of a blond girl, not the prettiest girl in the world,but not too bad. He looked back at Sam, and said, "You dida good job." I had a good canvas to work with." She. She spoiled my orgasm again and again and it was driving me crazy. She had been stroking my cock now for quite some time and the girls got wilder with every drink they had. I was begging her to let me unload my cum, but she didn’t want to. During one of the stroking pauses we heard a commotion at neighbors place. “Oh look Melanie is home,” one of the girls said. “That girl is so adorable, would you like to meet her?” she asked me. “No, please no, not right now. I am not in a good condition to.