I give the impression of a typical southern matron. I see you approach and catch your eye and hold it for a moment before I drop my gaze to your crotc....By the time you stop in front of me a huge bulge has me slowly running my tongue over my red lips before I look up to see your handsome face.We introduce ourselves and you ask if I've ever been to the "secret spring"?When I say no,you ask if I'd like to see it? I slowly nod yes and you tell me that it's off the beaten path a bit and to follow. I paid with a sawbuck getting no change back. ‘You’re the best dancer up there,’ and I pointed to the stage were a brunet with her hair braided into a rope down to her ass was dusting the stage floor, and with guys tucking ones into her thong. ‘So you were watching.’ ‘You could say I’ve been watching since the 12th grade.’ ‘Ezekiel Walters? American History? Mr. Bedford’s class, right?’ I nodded, amazed that she remembered me at all. ‘You looked up my dress after dropping your pencil as I. She came right over with a pot of coffee and started taking orders right away.The girls did a little teasing while we waited for the food, but I think it was mostly to keep themselves in shape since they went pretty easy on me. I took it like a man, with my mouth shut and my face red. Then Karen had a question."How is Charlie coming along with his interviews?" she asked."I haven't checked in about them yet. Why don't you ask him?" I asked."Because I didn't think of it. I haven't had my phone in. I guess he found the smell of Jenni's sex too alluring to pass up and was lapping away quite contentedly on her beautifully shaved mound. So much for my efforts.I stopped to watch as his tongue slid over her lips and up to and over her extended clit. I don't think she even noticed that I was not paying her tits any attention at all. The dog continued licking away and was shuffling forward to get closer to the action. Jenni was by now, completely lost to the intense feeling she was receiving and.