"I knew you loved me!"I couldn't breathe, let alone reply to that! My nose was flattened against the fatty swell just above her cock and the girl's he...avy balls were riding my chin. I'd taken all of her, a solid eight inches of throbbing cock meat, and my throat burned as the tender muscles were stretched uncomfortably around her. I kept trying to swallow, as if in reflex or instinctively perhaps, and my throat clasped itself around Stacy's prick with hungry spasms that made her moan with. Coming out of the restroom I noticed the dance floor. Guys were dancing with guys. I realized that were in the wrong place especially while wearing kilts. It must have been a sight, the two of us in what most people call skirts. I went to the bar and seen my uncle talking to one guy while three others stood around him looking. Before I could get to him it was to late, he popped one guy in the mouth and kicked another. The manager and bar tender came over to see what was going on. I explained to. It's just that I am expecting another visitor and I alreadyhave a project or two in hand." "If it's at all inconvenient…" "No, No! Stay! I'm sure we can accommodate you. I'll put you in the usualroom. Just make your way there and I will attend you shortly." "Thank you." He watched her get up, grab her duffle bag and exit the most comfortableroom in the house. What's more, she knew he was watching. Her backside swayeda little for his benefit. She was off to change in a vacant room with no. He had more than a passing resemblance to Harrison Ford in his Han Solo phase. I just loved that look and had had many a dirty dream in my younger days about that scoundrel Han Solo.I had come out this evening with the intention of finding a date. So I had dressed a little sexy, smoky eye shadow, long eye lashes, blusher and my favourite cherry red lipstick. My hair falling to my shoulders with subtle curls. A silk navy blouse and a floral above the knee length A-line skirt. Under neither I was.