" Take them to booth twelve," she says to a tall sissy, who is obviously a man dressed in a pink ballerina dress and thickly diapered. As we are led ...o our booth, I sneak a look around. Never would I believe that there are this many people who liked to be dressed as little girls. Many of them are so pretty."Does the little girl need a booster seat?" asks the ballerina."Certainly," says Nina.It is obvious that Nina is in charge and that this is John's first time here. I wonder who she is? Did. I am not handsome and a little chubby but I make up for my sense of humor and sweetness. I may be a sweet person but I don't cross the line nor give mixed signals to the opposite sex. A simple conversation or chat is all it takes and I will be ready to listen to you. I may be reading something about wife sharing, i****t, IR sex and BDSM but trust me, it's the least thing that I want. I love to read but sometimes I get carried away whenever there's abusing, degrading and the worst wife being. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned with delight when he began swiping his tongue back and forth over the sensitive little nub. "Oh, you sweet cunt-lapper!"Digging his hands under her soft asscheeks, he lifted her drooling cunt up tighter against his mouth, drilling his tongue deep into her hot juicy slit. His face was buried in the soft wet hotness that was as smooth as satin and fluffy as down. The strong fragrance of her swampy cunthole filled his nostrils with the heady aroma of her horniness as he. Whydon't you get me a whisky?". She jumped to her feet, ran to the cabinetand poured me a generous drink. "Bring it over here, sweetheart, it istime we got better acquainted" I said. She got the drink and brought it tome with reluctant steps. I took it from her and left her standing in frontof me while I put the drink down on a small table beside me. I fixed myeyes on hers and just looked at her. She began to tremble and to blushagain. I reached out and took her hand and gently drew her towards.