“This slut came gift wrapped,” he yelled before breaking into a full chest laugh. The others quickly joined in, their voices more rowdy and spitef...ul than before. Margo could only lower her head and sob. The man was telling the truth. The only thing hiding her sex was a dainty, lace covered, blue g-string. The back of the lingerie was just two slithers of fabric forming a t shape, with an actual blue birthday present bow sewed to the center.The young redhead couldn't even bare to look at the. .." ... in damn near forty-five years. I know, I know but Candice, honey, humor me. 'Sides, if-n —" he stopped, looked at me, frowned and looked back at her, "— might make some sense to train someone as a backup."She glared at him. "I don't need help, damn you. Don't you have someone else feet to get under?" I ain't givin' on this one, Candice. The boy stays here."They stared at each other and I swallowed hard wishing like all hell I had come in late and missed all this. Finally, Grandma. This woman was damn near six feet. Her arms held her tightly around the waist, so that getting away from her would be a chore."Uh... what exactly is going on here?" Robin asked, her voice tough to mask the sudden nervousness she felt."I'm dancing with you," she said simply. "Do you have a problem with that?"Robin looked at her, trying to read the expression in her face. It was impossible. "Well," she said slowly, "I don't usually dance with other women. I don't really... you know... swing that. When she had taken her boots off, I kissed her goodnight, but she drew me closer and I could feel her tongue against mine. At the same time, I could hear my pants being unzipped and felt an eager hand unpack my half-erect cock. Within no time, Emma was down on her knees, sucking it as if there was no tomorrow. It didn't take more than 2 minutes until I was about to explode. When I wanted to pull out however, I could feel Emma's hands close around my buttocks, pressing me towards her and in that.