He grinned and said, "Miki, do you have any idea what time it is?"I had arrived at 9:00 A.M. and we had enjoyed a leisurely breakfast before the fun a...nd games began. I estimated that from the moment the sex started we had been playing for three hours and we had spent close to an hour eating breakfast and talking.I did a little math in my head and responded, "I would guess that it's about one in the afternoon, give or take a half an hour."He chuckled and said, "Not bad. It's actually almost. Ron." I'm Dana, that's Jen, we're not sister's or anything." Okay." I thought you were a girl," Dana said. "At first." No. I'm a boy," Ronald cleared his throat."Cool. You got a girlfriend?" No." I don't have a boyfriend either. Jen's got one, but he's in Utah," Dana told him. "She's totally in love too, even though she hasn't seen him in like five years." Just one year," I frowned."Oh." Ron glanced at me."She calls him every week, like Sunday nights, so you have to go outside." Dana!" Why's. His prick looked so much longer and thicker as he held it up, displaying it proudly to her. She had no choice, her back to him her legs straddling his hips as she moved back onto the hard member.She felt his prick nudge between her legs, touching her pussy lips. She reached down between her legs, his erect prick standing up between her legs. She grabbed his prick, pushing in between the soft folds of her pussy, her insides slick with her juices. She nudged the thick head against the tight. I wanted to learn how to dance like that. I wanted men to ogle me on the stage. I looked over at Greg, but he was watching, too. The woman on stage skipped to the pole. Grabbing high on the pole, she lifted herself up and flipped upside down, while swirling around the pole. All I could think was about how I would end up with a broken neck. She finished her 2 songs and went off stage. I watched her bounce up to the bar, and as she past by me, she told me how much she liked my shirt. For some.