One hand held her against him as the other roamed up and down her body, slipping down her back and across her large ass, moving to her front as he spu... her around. His dick pressed against her ass, one hand moving up to cup a breast, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. Becca squirmed, horrified that their sensitivity was turning her on, and pulled away sharply. He let her step away from him as she moved away, towards the corner of the room, but as she turned back to try and escape. “Oh shit, just what I wanted to hear.” He said as the cum oozed from his dick onto my breasts.I scooped some on my index finger and licked it off, looking at Darren in his eyes.“Damn, you are amazing.” He said standing up.I stood up and walked back into the bedroom.“Drell?” I asked.Darren sat on the couch, butt naked, head in his hands. I peeked in the bathroom, where Drell was standing in the shower.I looked behind me at Darren. By now, his head was laid back, staring at the ceiling. I opened. They are lovely, indeed.’ Desiree moved in, intent on stopping the jester, but the little man dropped to his hands and knees and scooted between Desiree’s legs. He leaped to his feet, spun and yanked the girl’s jeans straight down to her ankles. Desiree gasped as she realized she was standing in public in nothing but bright yellow panties. The mulatto girl bent over to pull her jeans up, but as soon as she was fully bent over, Wellington placed his foot on her rounded bottom and pushed.. They came wishing it were one of those nights instead. The nasty little secret the Honky Tonk did its best to cover up, to keep from the more “civilized” members of society. Everyone would be surprised. That good ole’ southern cowboy charm was a sham. She took a moment, stared them all in the eyes, and knew each and every one of them. She saw where their gazes were directed. Saw the marble skinned blondes squirm in their seats. They’d settle for the alcohol fueled visions of bending her over.