Looking down at her young kids, she said, “Let’s go kids. We’ll get ice cream some other time.”Her youngest kid started jumping up and down wh...le shouting, “I want my ice cream. You promised me an ice cream with sprinkles on it. I want my ice cream.”Half of the people started rubbing their foreheads in an attempt to keep from getting a headache. The other kids started making noises about wanting their ice creams. The volume of noise in the ice cream parlor tripled.Dexter shouted, “I’m not. It's two different things." That's all I ask, Kris." Now, we have a victim for the Twelve Party. What do you suggest?" Have her perform oral sex on everybody?" Camille grinned."I'm not sure that everybody is ready for public sex acts, despite what happened last night in the hot tub," Kristen said."How about masturbation?" None of the boys will..." No, Kris. I mean, have Pussy Slave masturbate for everybody."Kristen looked thoughtful. "Yesterday, Lynette told me the point of the Twelve Parties. I even wondered... “ Tommy was making me really wet with this discussion and I wanted more, but he was holding back. “What did you wonder? Tell me and maybe I’ll let you empty your hot load in me as a reward. I’ll suck you off quickly if that’s what you need.” “Well that’s just it. I had a dream that I sucked him. I woke up hard as a rock.” There it was. Tommy had a little thing for Nick. It made me so wet I probably looked like I pissed in my tight little cotton gym shorts. Tommy was getting. It made it hard to wear skirts because it made them sort of hike up in the back and you could see things if I bent just slightly. Another problem I had with it was that I could buy pants that fit in the waist and legs and my ass looked like it was poured into them. Thongs suited me well though.Tyler just kept driving and I was in some cloth workout shorts and a tank top bent across his car sucking him off like it was going out of style. Once I got into it there wasn't any stopping and he was.