"Well, okay." She held up the nightie. "How does it look?"I sighed. "I look like a hippo in a tutu -- but at least there IS a tutu!"Frieda snorted a g...ggle.Jack called just after seven; he sounded ... aggravated. I was pretty diffident when I asked, "About Frieda..." but he said, "Let's go out to eat -- somewhere that we can get food, instead of a crowd." I agreed and collected Frieda and we decided to go to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant/bar that Frieda and I went to when we just wanted to do. The Mask also lifted his head away from her tasty slit his hand wiping across his zippered mouth hole, spittle shinning on the black leather chin. Stacey was able to pull herself upright surprised he hadn't come, though greatly relieved. The Mask still lightly had hold of her, his hand around her thin upper arm himself a little surprised by the big guy's actions. The slim blonde curled her legs to her side, shoes and top still on; but her panties now missing. The Boss was silent just breathing. By the time I was close to her pussy She was moaning audibly. As my mouth was now close enough for her to feel my breath on her pussy, I kissed her inner thigh as close to her pussy as I could without touching it. I kissed all around and took my tongue and licked her open pussy from the bottom to the top gently brushing her clit. When my tongue touched her clit she came. I know because she moaned so loud and I could feel her pussy pulse and the liquid just began to pour from her pussy. She then. Not that Jack was directing this expedition, that honor belonged to Jim, who seemed to know where he was going, apparently in the direction of Nashville which was about fifty miles ahead across some rough country. It turned out they weren’t going that far- after only fifteen miles of breaking trail effortlessly Jim headed in at a remote cabin, where once loosed he jumped up on a woodpile and entered a broken enclosed porch window, turning around to poke his head back out from where he stood on.