" She maneuvered me so that I was looking into her eyes, standing about a foot in front of her. "You want to kiss me, don't you?" she asked, sexily.Do...you have to ask such an obvious question?Then I looked at her outfit. I mean I saw it earlier, noticed the materials, patterns, colors, my usual 'scan' of anything that passes by my eyes. But now I took a really good look. Her outfit screamed 'innocent country girl', but the way it hugged her body shouted 'I'm a party girl'. It hugged her curves. It definitely wouldn’t flare up to show off her thong panties. She handed me my light blue shirt, matching her skirt, along with the bolo she’d given me for Christmas. We didn’t know anyone at the dance particularly well. We’d seen several of them at other dances, but no one else from our club had been able to make it. One person that Michelle knew was red-shirt guy from Wallowa Lake. This was the guy who she’d danced with several times with and had a short fling with last September. At least I. He gave my pussy one last lick as he moved up and knelt on the sofa.My next pussy licker took his place between my stockinged legs and began to lick my pussy furiously, placing two fingers inside as he lapped away.I licked my pussy juices of my next victims face then positioned at my lips and softly sucked his perfect cock.Nibbling the smooth purple head gently with my teeth, I slithered my tongue all around his virgin glans.Kissing and licking this beautiful cock I felt my pussy licker twiddle. Then she spotted the plant off in one corner and checking to make sure that her bladder was full enough, she walked over to the plant and squatted down. Sending a order to her brain, she felt the feeling rush to her bladder and soon enough, her pussy lips spread and her pee-hole began to squirt out hot, honey-colored urine that soon drenched the plant in her pee. She let out a soft, blissful sigh as her pee continued to water and rain down on the plant and felt the relief flush her body hot.