I once danced on a floor with both of Lelo's, 'The Hula Beads' inserted inside my vagina, for a dare on a night cruise. The remote control was in the ...ands of a perfect gentleman, my friends father, (she was not on the cruise) and he controlled the intensity of the vibrations as I danced up close and personal with another stranger, I had an orgasm, and the man I danced with, thought it was him who was giving me so much pleasure.2. I turned up one night wearing a short skirt for a pub outing. At least when I discovered the adult cinemas and could go in in my rainmac I could gawp at the screen and bare girls would be on there for plenty of time to make me spunk my pants. There’d be a few other pervs dotted around in their macs or long coats, nobody sat next to anyone else so we could all get our furtive perv pleasure without worrying. What a treat to see girls walking, talking, dancing, displaying their loveliness – much closer to seeing girls for real than in our magazines. And. ‘Ain’t had a ‘dogs of war’ day in awhile.’ The old man sniffled then wiped his nose with his handkerchief. Obviously sorrowed. ‘Your right, we haven’t.’ Another answered. ‘I salute the Dogs of World War Two.’ The man said and raised his coffee. The congregation that was growing of the elderly that met for a morning cup of Java all raised their mugs as well. ‘I’ve seen those dogs work over there in Germany, Norway and France. Those French now they taught some dogs to go out into the battle field. He gritted his teeth, looking like he was in pain.“I’m not hurting you, am I?”“Oh, God no, baby girl. It feels too good.”I kept watching his dick, pumping it at a slow, lazy pace.The thick, musky scent of his arousal went straight up my nose.It pulsed and twitched in my hand…I swallowed.It looked so… tasty.Dad’s eyes were still covered.I’m sorry, Daddy, I can’t resist.Thick, salty-sweet precum slathered all over my tongue as I enveloped my mouth over his cock.“Mmph..!” I groaned, relishing in.