Well!" "Yes, the women will be fully clothed of course, many wearingleather or bikinis, but it is intended for the boys to look likewalking genitali.... We may also have our hands cuffed in backand most likely dog collars and leashes!" "B-but, its a dance! How do I dance with a woman like that?" "It's a cattle inspection for sissyboys, not really a dance!But if its like last year it will be equally divided between male choice and ladies choice!" Terry laid back on his bunk, "I can't. Then the smell hit me. Sulfur wafted into my nostrils, and I thought I must have farted, but I knew that I hadn’t. Then I saw some smoke coming through the door. I panicked, thinking that there must be a fire instead. My mind slowly registered that this was not regular smoke. It was a dark rust color, and along with the sharp sulfur note I had first noticed, there was also a softer, sweet smell in the smoke, like fresh pears, that as I inhaled more and more, slowly relaxed my mind and body. All. ..” he said, almost whispering. He didn’t miss the sassy look in her eyes that said she’d caught him checking her out, but it was obvious she didn’t mind. Lane blushed prettily and leaned forward, giving him a soft, sensuous kiss.“For you, I think that dress calls for roses, but I hope you like the sunflowers anyway.” He stammered, handing her the bouquet.“They are gorgeous!” Lane squealed, spinning the bouquet of flowers in her hands, looking at the blossoms. “Come in; let me find a vase for. She takes the stud’s musky ball sack in her mouth, working it intensely with her tongue, stimulating his nuts into overdrive as they maximize their production of the redhead’s genetic slime. “Sixteen today! Far out!” the hippie exclaims happily after subjecting the groaning stud to an extended stint of ball sucking. “One!” she now calls out; keeping a firm hand on the stud’s balls, she takes her tongue and slides it up from the base of the stud’s shaft, giving his cock the first of 16.