The cum from the previous guest lay sticky in her hair and she could feel it drying on her face. Again on her Masters’ command she moved towards the... final guest.He had not undone himself and she struggled with the unfamiliar belt and trousers to free his cock. It was his pubic hair, not his cock, that drew her attention. It was grey and wispy not like the hair on his head which was a thick dark brown color. It amused her that he had not dyed his pubic hair but was vain enough to dye the hair. "Yea when would you like me over?" I asked her politly. "Well we will be leaving tommorow so if you could come by at 10:00, that would be great." "I will see you then" i said, then i hung up the phone and beat off to images of Molly in my head.The next morning rolled around and i woke up at 11:15. "Shit" I said to myself. I packed my clothes and toothbrush and i went downstairs. My mom served me a quick breakfast and told me that Kevin's mom called and had already left, but Molly was. The face carved on the curious wooden object was turned toward the door. McAllister felt a flare of resolve as a spark leapt from the base of the stick, and quickly traced an outline of a rectangle between the iron straps, racing around and around the outline, trailing what looked like a glittering mist behind it."What is it doing?" Aditya asked in a hushed voice."Aging the wood where the mote touches," McAllister responded, equally quietly. "I have no idea how long it would take to render. “How about a little truth or dare?” he says. “I say we focus on the dare part a little more though.”“So more of a game of dare,” Norma Jean says dryly.“Yeah, sure,” Rick says. “Unless you’re too embarrassed to show of your lesbian body to a straight guy.”“You couldn’t handle me if I let you,” Norma Jean grins. “But that’s fine. We’ll play your little game. I’ll even let you go first.”Rick gives her a toothy smile. “Show us your panties.”Norman shuffles in his seat. Lissa looks at Norma Jean,.