Darlene, talk some sense into you mother!" Yes ma'am, sergeant ma'am!" My role model had on a woolen skirt and sweater, quite conservative and complet...ly appropriate to a woman ten years older than her. Her intended was dressed as a thoroughly modern woman in pants and blouse. Undoubtedly my wife would have be similarly attired if I hadn't grumped about being the only woman in the town who still wore a skirt, so traditional femininity won 3-2 in overtime, or is that too masculine a reference. Finally letting go of my tongue he took me over to the mirror and had me look at the piercing. What I thought were little pink balls were actually little pink penises."There, Candi - now you have what you've always wanted - a cock in your mouth at all times!"He laughed at his joke, then handed me a cup of ice chips. He told me that I should keep a piece or two in my mouth at all times for the next hour or so to keep the swelling down and he also gave me a couple ibuprofen to help with the pain.. That was enough raucous public debauchery for one night, at least for me and probably for the town, so I officially rang the bell marking the end of the Masque.“Wow ... that was terrific! Let’s do that again next year, don’t you think?” Ninve urged me, tearing off her Snow White costume after being gang-banged in it several times over.“Works for me!” Sandra added, revealing herself as one of the three Cleopatras at the festival.“Tom, is that you?” Catwoman undressed in front of everyone to rush. They finished their dessert and went back to her hotel room.The door had hardly closed when she was in his arms pulling his head down to hers and kissing him passionately, her hands already busy unbuttoning his shirt.He leaned into her kiss and reached around her for the zipper of her dress. In a few seconds she was down to bra and panties and he was in his boxer shorts, his hardening dick tenting out the front. They were moving toward the bed and the back of his knees bumped into it, he fell.