“Not that I’m opposed to that but it will be better when clean and fresh.” She pulled me into the big shower in the master bath.There was no way...my cock wasn’t going to take every opportunity to announce its presence, slapping into her and pressing between us. Donna neither attacked it nor avoided it. The cool shower brought our body temperatures down as we rinsed but did nothing to cool our ardor. We continued to pause for long deep kisses with our bodies pressed tightly together and water. And so it was in that first show with the RSG! Dancers, and that was very, very frustrating – such short skirts, such lovely dancing, such breathtaking views of knix, and after a couple of seconds they were gone, then back for a few seconds, then gone. My total delight at first seeing them turned to real disappointment, but then, suddenly, Miss Cathy McGowan talked about a group and their song, but they weren’t on the show – their track played and out came the RSG! Dancers! The camera was on. [Lexi did. She guessed correctly on who would figure it out, and was closest to the amount of time it took. She guessed it would be Ben, and it would take them 75 minutes. It was Ben, but it took 73 minutes.][Damn. Thanks anyways.][No problem.]“Your drinks will be out in a couple of minutes, follow me,” she said, leading them over to the triplets.[Lena, Lucy, Lexi. Guests have arrived, if you can pull yourselves from the monitors for a few minutes.]The three of them turned and saw Alexandra. When she got to the hairy little bag holding his family jewels, she sucked the entire sac into her mouth. Her tongue tormented the trapped balls. She could feel them tumbling around in the thick stew of his jism, trapped and waiting to explode."Want more?" she taunted him."Stop it. NOW!" "Say something, Mr. Larson," came a voice from the front of the room. It was all Liz could do to keep from laughing at the confusion on the man's face as he tried to figure out what to do."Uh, no. Just talking.