Mr."T" laying on his back whispered 'you shouldn't play with fire you just might get burned.' Laughing I said 'don't worry, I was a boy scout, I know ...ow to put out fires.' The wine was getting to me and I wasn't thinking clearly at all. With a slight move Mr. "T" knocked one of my feet from under me and lifted up his waist, with searing pain Mr."T"'s gigantic cock head had slipped almost past my outer anal ring. I was panicking, trying to lift myself from his massive penile head, Mr."T". And you didn’t have to. But you did. You didn’t have to do anything, but you did. Because that is what you are, who you are. You couldn’t turn your back on us, so you didn’t. You deliberately starting going out hunting down the dogs, encountering the men. And you couldn’t help but lead us. You knew what needed to be done, but it was too much. Even for you. So you eventually recruited the Teams. Then it grew into an army and a battle plan. We, the species, are simple thinkers, Alexa. Even the. Dakota suckled on her other breast and made her way down Melissa’s skirt. She felt a small patch of bush above her snatch, but her labia were smooth and moist. Not able to take the awkwardness between her legs any longer, Dakota stood up, reached under her skirt, and whipped her panties off. The tent forming in Dakota’s skirt mesmerized Melissa while the older woman removed her sweater and bra.“Someone was hoping for something tonight, your bra and panties match.” Melissa was holding up the. "Be careful what you ask for," I told her. "It wouldn't surprise me to see three, maybe even four waiters come back to the table, each one of them with their dicks sticking out so you can do just that!" And you'd enjoy watching me do that too wouldn't you?" she teased back as she ran her long sensual tongue over her lips, simultaneously reaching beneath the table, placing her hand on my crotch where she immediately confirmed my ever-growing arousal. "Yep... I can see by this", she said.