As everyone’s attention turned to the stage, the legs of a woman appeared from the ceiling and her body began lowering down a pole to the stage itse...f. As soon as her feet touched the stage, the lyrics for the Jessica Simpson song, “Come on Over” began. Rockie realized that the song selection was intentional, because the blonde woman now strutting around the stage wearing Daisy Duke denim shorts and a plaid men’s shirt tied in a knot under her breasts could probably be a body double for Jessica. She moaned and threw her head back as I kissed her neck,"Dave I'm wet, I'm soaking"I lifted her arms up above her head whilst I licked at the sweaty flesh of her armpits and she gasped, her hands scrabbling at my belt buckle, I hadn't put any pants on beneath my jeans and my cock sprang out as she unzipped me.Her hot mouth engulfed me and she made me lift up so she could pull my jeans right off me without losing her prize, she licked the sweat off each testicle in turn and then ran her tongue. Instead, I sat tearfully absorbed in more than a dozen showings of the archly romantic "Cyrano de Bergerac". I was fascinated with the impressionistic Technicolor of "Moulin Rouge"; again and again I watched this moody film, empathizing strongly with Lautrec's pitiful infirmity and isolation.My relatives, staunch stay-at-homes, had no idea these films existed until I told them what I'd seen--and then they seemed bewildered by a boy who would be so magnetically drawn to Bogart's sarcasm, William. ” Baby does this prove how damn much I love you? She asked me. I said, not yet bitch, not even close. Now listen to me. Calvin is going to hook your big fat juggs up to this milking machine then we’re going to milk you completely dry, so hold your big ass still till he is done with your tits!Calvin walked up besides her laughing and took the milking unit out of its holder behind her (the one that we had specially modified to only work on a woman’s tits). We just blocked off two of the four.