I couldn’t decide how to answer that.“You sure seemed to,” he said.I looked down at my drink.“Look,” he said. “I’m not trying to take yo... away from my daughter. I just like a little fun on the side now and then. If you would like that, too, just let me know. You know where to find me.”With that, he got up, picked up our glasses and put them on a shelf behind us.The rain had all but stopped.“Better get back to the others,” Dan said, got up and jogged across the yard to the porch.For half a. She’s not a stripper, but a dance instructor. When I was in college, a stripper pole was something slutty girls spun around while taking off their clothes and simulating sex in smokey strip clubs while hormy men stuffed dollar bills in their garters. These days, there’s this whole new fad where middle-class white moms book dance parties with their pretty friends and hire instructors (like my friend, Kacey’s, sister) to come teach them how to “pole dance” while they drink wine and giggle. . K. Believe me. Now quit wasting time." and Ray grabbed her hand and put it on her pussy lips. "Stick a finger in it and pump it in and out and get some pussy juice on it, then pump it for a whole minute."Ray was both surprised and impressed. Maria was finger fucking herself in front of him. Slowly and tentatively, maybe, but finger fucking none-the-less. "Keep it up, baby. I'm timing you." After a minute he asked, "Does that feel good?" Yes, daddy, it does," she mumbled."Now put you finger on. “I also have to apologise for taking so long to come to your aid. We first had to surround those villages occupied by the baroness’s associates. The inhabitants of the temple had no inkling of the coming attack thanks to a cordon sanitaire around each occupied village.” He helped himself to a piece of naan bread. “You serve first-rate vittles’ here, Doctor Armityge. I have fed like a fighting cock during my stay at Shangri La.” He waved the half-eaten piece of bread in the air as he continued..