” “ Sure, you're right, Marshal. But tonight's kind of an exception, I guess.” Big ol' Tom stood up. “So last round for tonight... On the hous....” He kept on murmuring while walking out of the dim light of the table lamp to the bar: “Maybe I should have called it the tavern ' the dirtier, the better' instead of ' the place where stories are told'.” “Wait, what did you just say?” intervened the younger guest. “Dirty? That kind of rings a bell.” Both Marshal and big ol' Tom where all ears all of a. Immediately after I heard footsteps above me. My heart began to rush and I could feel a knot in my stomach strong enough to make you wrench. Was it her, or was it any of my friends who were on the same floor as she was. The steps grew louder as they approached the stairs. My trembling increased and the excitement of it being her continued to build. Step after step my heartbeat grew faster. Finally, with just the light of the moonlight from the window in the office, I saw her silhouette standing. You look at me and I smile. You put your arms around his neck and mold your body to him. He puts his hands around your waist. You press your breasts into his chest. I watch you and feel myself getting excited. After that dance you come back to me. I can see your erect nipples and your face is flush. I ask if you enjoyed your dance and flirting. Instead of answering you wrap yourself around me. I can feel your excitement. A few songs later another slow song comes on. I ask you to take off your. Her legs started shaking as her hand rubbed her swollen pussy. Nadia let out a scream of satisfaction as she pressed herself back on the fake cock one last time.It took a couple of minutes for her to clear her head. She looked at the clock, “Shit!” she yelled, and jumped up. She started to straighten herself up. She had forgotten that her son would soon be home from school.As she opened her door, tying the belt of her robe. Ronald was making his way up the steps. “Didn’t you hear me calling.