”When she leaned over the bar to say something to the blonde bartender, I couldn’t help noticing how short her dress was. It had slid up and showe... a quarter of a perfectly round ass. If I had an ass like that, I thought, I’d wear a dress like hers.She must have caught me watching because she lifted a finger in front of my face and slowly wiggled it from side to side. “Not until midnight.”“What happens then?”She smiled. “You'll see.”“Kelly, I have no idea what we have walked into, but this just. "Please-e-e, I need it!"John just waited. Evidently, he knew it made her hotter if he forced her to give them to him. Sarah whined her frustration and eight little sets of nipples cried out aching for attention. Finally, Sarah arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. Eight little girls thrust with her."John-n-ny, please-e-e-e!" Sarah screamed.John started running his fingertips lightly over each nipple, first one, and then the other. Soon he was pinching them softly and rolling them. She wished she had a dollar for every man who tried to kiss her while feeling her breast and putting her hand on their cock as if she was a whore like her mother was. She wished she had a dollar for every man who wanted her breasts but who didn’t want the rest of her. She’s never had a date where a good night’s kiss meant that the man could feel her breasts through her shirt. She never had a good night’s kiss that didn’t turn into a wrestling match with the man trying to stick a horny hand. Dorothy and Maude hold hands between them; Donald’s arm is over Emma’s shoulder protectively. It is a nice service, and when they leave, seeing how beautiful it is out, Dorothy suggests that they visit the old lighthouse on the coast not that far away.All agree that would be fun to do, so Donald heads in that direction.The lighthouse points out to the Atlantic Ocean and has been around for over two hundred years. You have to walk up a path for a good while to get to it, but the view of the.