She showed her amazing skill at tassel twirling, making one swirl a separate way to the other, and all kinds of things!"Yeah Baby! I like that!" they ...heered!Back onstage, she kicked off her shoes, then really made a meal of removing her stockings, popping the clips then slowly and putting one leg at a time up on the chair quite elegantly, as she slowly teased and jerked them down her legs to the music. After finishing one she would sit and point the newly bared leg out to us all, with the. I groaned and moaned."No, please," I begged. "Please untie me!"But Oliver ignores my pleas. I know about the code word to make him stop (that was in one of his other stories) but, of course, I don't want him to. I writhe and moan as he eats my pussy.Then there is a ripping sound, and I realize he is tearing my sweats.I slipped my hands down my sweats, imagining him reaching through my torn pants and finding my wet, available, hot pussy, touching my clit, my slit, sliding his fingers deep inside. We finally left for our rooms to dress.That evening, at Karen's insistence, I put on a nice shirt and pants rather than jeans. I entered her sitting room and was suddenly glad I listened to her. She looked fabulous. She was wearing that blue dress with no sweater and low heels. She had a single strand of pearls around her neck and my ring on her finger.Marianne was younger and "better" dressed. She was looking at Karen, smiled and then said, "Karen, you need to help me dress. I look like a. ”Stella took off again as I waved them to be seated. “That’s great! We can have a reception afterwards! That will be so good! Have you picked out a dress yet? You will make a beautiful bride! The class will be cheering the two of you on! It will be a real celebration of love!”I realized that Stella talked in exclamation points. I said, “Slow down, Stella! We are planning a quiet little wedding. The church will be invited but we don’t want a big ‘to do’ to celebrate our nuptials. We considered a.