We got there on Friday afternoon and found our spot on the lineup. We were playing right after these older ladies who did some fiddle stuff. They were... really good. We did our set and did some jam sessions then hung around late with other folk people playing and talking. We did some drinking too. The two folk ladies that played before us were there also. These two ladies looked like "Dr. Laura" if you know who she is. Their names were Beth and Kate. They were not bad looking for their age but. My lips cover yours...kisssing you deeply...sucking your tongue into my mouth...teasing it...my hands touching your chest...rubbing my hands all over it...feeling the heat from your skin...i lean closer...so my breasts are against your chest...you feel my nipples against you...feel them getting hard...i move them slowly against you...i feel your cock pressing against my pussy...my lips so wet...rubbling slowly across your cock...i lean down and start lightly licking around your nipples...slowly. My once overweight friend was now covered in muscles and had long beautiful dreads. “Hi!”He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close. “What’s up, gurl? How you been?” Instead of letting him go, I held him tighter. “Are you all right?”When I felt his hands on my hips, my legs wobbled, and I fell against his chest. His muscly arms flexed and wrapped around me tighter as he caught me. He pulled me up and stared into my eyes with such heartwarming concern.“No, I’m not all right.”. " she started doubtfully."Look," he said in a low and impatient voice while pushing her out the door, "just go fuck the guy, okay. Give him some pussy for a while and we'll be rolling in dough."Dispirited and once again feeling debased, Denise walked reluctantly to the car and slid into the rear seat. Robert closed the door, walked to the driver's side and got behind the wheel."We'll be at the airport in less than twenty minutes," he said as the sun finally disappeared in a brilliant.