I was a sight to see, I'm sure. I was the quintessential hippy by appearance. Suede jacket with long fringe, matching boots, a paisley headband and co...alt blue, John Lennon type specs. I was lavishing in the attention, but I had a ride to New Orleans that was leavin soon. One of the waitresses approached me and pointed to the counter at a man sitting with one of the other waitresses. He motioned for me to approach. I did. His name was Olin Daniel Partain Junior. Try to imagine the name spoken. He didn't seem to be taking the subtle hints, so she used the fact that it was raining lightly on their way home to claim her dress was wet and took it off leaving her in just her bra and thong. She said she hoped he didn't mind, of course he didn't. She was pleased at him struggling to take his eyes off her. She deliberately paraded around, fixing drinks etc, watching him follow her every move with his eyes. She eventually sat opposite him and deliberately adjusted the front of her knickers to. She watched him suck on her gorgeous 38 DD’s and make love to her nipples. Claire’s moans became louder with each pinch and lick. Sasha began to rub her clit as she watched the two consumed in each others sexual actions. Mike lowered his mouth on Claire’s rock hard clit and put his finger inside of her cunt. He pulled out a little bit of banana and chewed on it. Then he covered her entire pussy with his mouth and sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner. Claire d****d her legs over his shoulders and. I loved how she touched me. Her touch was so gentle, so erotic. She had a way of making me melt and make me want to do anything for her. “Sit on the counter and let me take care of you,” she said in a sultry voice. Doing as she asked, I sat on the counter and spread my legs, exposing my pussy to her. Liu learned over the counter, watched, cold beer in hand, and wide grin on his face. He pointed to my pussy and said, “One hundred and twenty five people are going to see that tomorrow.” “I can’t.