..”“Of course,” Karen laughed, “but I told him right off that there had better be a ring on my finger before he ever asked me something like t...at again.”Dana glanced down for a moment at the engagement ring on Karen’s hand.“Yes,” Karen simply said, answering Dana’s unspoken question.“Did you like it?” Dana asked.Karen glanced over her shoulder, as if to confirm that Mrs. Goldman was still busy out in the front of the story. Then, bringing her head next to Dana’s, she spoke in an almost. ?" he stammered, knowing damnwell what she meant. "I'm gonna measure your testicles before and afteryou ejaculate into my cup..." she smiled sweetly, reaching for his belt. He watched, in a frozen state of arousal as she finished with his belt andstarted pulling down his zipper. His giant package strained against the seamsof his tight underwear. "Hmmm, this looks a little tight..." shesaid smoothly, looking at the giant lump pushing against his exposed underwear. With a professional smile, she. Pieces of fabric, woven cloths, on the wall, silky material, transparent kind of satin clothes separating kind of booths, not a chair insight. Colourful pillows on the floor. A spotless wooden floor, every booth had a table, maybe 9 feet in length and about 3 feet wide. Each booth has enough places for about 15 people or so. And there were about 4 booths so each party evening could only have about 60 or 70 people or so and most people coming in were small groups or couples, and sometimes a. Bev lay back, propped up on her elbows. I knelt down between her legs and spread them wide. My tongue sought out her by now wet pussy. I started explore the lips of her labia occasionally darting my tongue into her slippery hole. I eventually settled on her clit and proceeded to lick and nibble it until I could feel it swell. Bev was occasionally taking short sharp intakes of breath and letting out contented sighs. All of a sudden she sat up and, placing both hands on the back of my head,.