Theytrailed slowly over the pink lips just underneath. He gently insertedone finger into his new pussy. He moaned slightly as his finger massagedhis h...dden member. He pulled the finger out and took a deep breath.Next, he grabbed the ample breasts hanging off the front of the suit. Hebrought them up to his chest. He carefully lined up the nipples usingthe markings on the inside of the suit. Then he rolled each one upcarefully until the adhesive on the back of the breasts formed a goodbond with. Who knew strippers liked cigars? They toasted to one another with their shots and said, “let’s party,” as they downed their shots.“Whoa,” Alexa declared, shaking her head back and forth, her long black hair going everywhere. She quickly gulped down a swig of her coke.“Newbie drinkers,” I surmised out loud.“We can handle it,” Alexa shot back, extending her arm, her shot glass in hand. I poured her another shot and she quickly downed it.“Go easy,” I warned. “You don’t want to get so fucked up. "That was fucking sick! A flatspin!"People were pushing and shoving me in congratulations, even Patrick,just happily beating the snot out of me, rocking my bones?like they'dforgotten how bird-weight I was or they just didn't care because theywere so thrilled-- while I shut my eyes and clung to the rail for dearlife, breathing hard through my nostrils, moisture all around my noseand the top of my cheeks and above my mouth, which I'd clamped into athin frown. I wanted to be able to scream with. Glancing down at her wearing her leg warmers.i think about rubbing them."you like to laugh?"she smiles."yes,of course young man,i like to laugh a lot."she said frolicking her poofed up thin hair with her skinny,veiny and witch like hand.i knew she needed a my dick."i know how to make a broad laugh."i say pulling out a pack of lucky strikes i keep in my coat pocket for just these occasions.these oldies love the smell of a second hand strike,they miss it,it makes them feel young,it makes them.