" So you think I'm not a good dancer." I didn't say that you weren't good." I corrected her, " I said I was a lot better." A lot better?!" Look, Dacia... It's going to take me an hour to finish what I'm doing here. Then I'll show you, okay?" I said calmly but could barely contain the smile on my face.She huffed herself into the chair and scrunched her eyes at me in an attempt to look mean. She could also not keep the humor from her face. I watched her get comfortable in the chair and thought she. “Let’s see...” I stated. “Outdoors. Buncha NOT lawyers and movers and shakers in local politics. I’m thinking your mom’s not gonna want to hang around.”“Yeah, I know,” she said almost sadly. “Mom’s good for ‘Mom and me’, but I don’t think ... even if she brought Harv.”“No drinking, either,” I said. “Maybe beer, but not for anybody that’s flying.”Deena’s REALLY regretting having to go away for the weekend. I feel bad, because I’m selfish – I get Bill all to myself for a couple of nights, and my. His tongue made contact with her pussy. "Oh," she gasped. "That's right. Put your tongue where I need it. " Eat my pussy, baby. Eat it slow; tell me how much you like my hot, wet pussy," she pleaded."I like it! I love your hot, wet pussy," he said in a muffled voice. Fernando slurped noisily at her hole, loudly sucking on her clit. He used suction but he also used his tongue in expert ways, folding it and rolling it just so, in order to extract what he wanted yet keep her excited. I could see. I smiled at Bashir, who waved at me meekly, and asked him where his mommy was. Bashir smiled and told me his mommy was in Toronto, and he was spending a few days with uncle Aziz. Upon hearing that, I brightened up considerably. He’s your nephew? I asked Aziz, who grinned and nodded. Aziz told me that his older brother Mohammed and his wife Kareema were enjoying a second honeymoon in Barbados, and they left little Bashir in his care for a week. It hasn’t been easy, Aziz confessed, as he ran his.