”“Do you like the way you’re required to dress?”“Actually, yes. I have a dozen pretty dresses, plus two formal kimono, and I think you’ve ...een all of them. When I turn twenty, I’ll get a proper adult kimono.”“A «furisode»?” I grinned.“Yes! How do you know?”“From a friend of mine in Chicago. The granddaughter of the Japanese Sensei, Ichirou. She received one for her eighteenth birthday. Her grandfather bowed to the Western notion of eighteen instead of twenty.”“You know much more than you let. The man reached out to touch Mason’s throbbing 5” but in some sort of cruel irony, they heard the toilet door open again. Mason didn’t run. Instead he turned towards the urinal to hide his almost-painful hard-on. The man did the same. Whoever entered the bathroom went straight into a cubicle. There were three in a row, and he had entered the closest one to the door, directly behind where the man had originally stood.The man turned, and Mason thought he was going to leave – but was relieved when. His goatee felt so amazing on me. The rasping caresses of his whiskers slid over my naughty flesh. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned again, drawing in deep breaths. I felt the tank top so tight against my tits as Daddy ate me out.He feasted on me now. He devoured me with such hunger. His hands slid down beneath me and grabbed my ass. He gripped me as he lapped at my virgin pussy. He stroked through my pussy lips and caressed over my hymen.I whimpered louder. I twitched, my eyes moving.. Then they looked at the sign...2 dollars per kiss...4 for a dance...and 5 for the couple to dance for you. So, now we were open for business and it looked like we both were going to be busy for awhile. Both Nickolas and I got to dance with a lot of the local people, and quite a few times we had requested to dance together. The music drew a lot of people to our booth, and it looked like we were the star attraction of the fair. We danced up a storm, and I ended up showing a lot of leg when I was.