His bald head bobbing up and down, he wore a white gown which was edged with purple. A simple white rope belt held the robe in place. I flicked at my ...oyfriends cock again as I fondled and squeezed his balls in my hand. I watched with intent as the priest made his way to the corner of the chapel. I could now see that in the corner, was a confessions box. As the priest entered the box, I sank my head firmly down on my boyfriends cock. I kept it engulfed down my throat for as long as I could. I. ” You reply. The little old lady eyes you up and down for a moment and then a smile brightens her face.“I’ve got it! Bo Peep!” She says and you blink. “Excuse me?” You ask and she claps her hands together and heads around you and a pile of costumes to a rack situated near the front door.“You can be Bo Peep, you know, Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep.” The lady says over her shoulder at you and you frown.“Isn’t that a woman’s costume?” You ask. She waves a hand as she shifts through the. I was expecting her to be wearing panties, but she wasn’t. I looked up back in her eyes, and she had a wicked smile on her face. She sat back down with one leg on top of the other, blocking my view of her vagina.She bent down and spun the bottle. It landed on her again. She looked at me with a lustful and anxious look. “Dare,” she said in a very soft and low tone.“Why don’t you turn and sit facing the other side?” I said. She turned around towards the unknown. I moved closer to her. She. Again the fact that she had already fucked most of the men in the place gave her a better than even chance of winning.The contest was coming to a close and she still could not believe, that she, was one of the three finalists. For her last dance she was at the construction, truck driver biker and black men theme stage, the amount of people now crowding around this dance floor had swelled to twice the number as before. Her dance again was very erotic and sensual ,she had finished this last dance.