She paused, glancing back to make sure that the dog was following. Samson thrust his big snout against her ass and began to tongue the firm globes."Oo...ooh," she sighed.Molly liked to get her ass tongued. She had loved it when Claire had rimmed her out and now she placed her hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, bending over from the waist. The dog began to run his tongue up the crack of her ass and slap it moistly against the taut brown eye of her asshole. Molly squirmed with. We have everything planned so that there shouldn’t be any video of us, and nobody will see us, but it is better safe than sorry. On the short drive, Paul gives everybody their assignments.Paul isn’t one of the prideful assholes that have to put themselves first, trying to inspire loyalty that isn’t earned. Jane is the best person for the job to go in first, so she does, while the rest of us wait in the van until the alarm is deactivated. At which time, we head in after her.The new guy heads. The club was noisy and busy, but felt really friendly. Lights were flashing, the bass was booming, and all round the room women and girls of all ages and types were either dancing or chatting. No one seemed alone and suddenly I felt really happy that we'd come here. The women there fell into a few identifiable groups, even to my untrained eye: the butch, shaven-headed ones with tattoos in curious and not-so-curious places, the ultra-feminine, lipstick brigade, almost too feminine to be true,. Normally I would not look over, but the new me didn’t have that fear. When I glanced over I saw he was smiling at me with the most beautiful smile on a face that made me feel a catch in my breath. My return smile was automatic, there was no thinking about it, one couldn’t help but return that smile. I felt myself blush and yes, even giggle. This was the stuff of twenty year olds, this does not happen at this stage of life! But it was, I was certain, and a grin came over my face. We traveled.