They found a table with four chairs waiting for them in a corner. Dread pulled a chair back for Emma, and she sat down. The two men sat on either side...of her.A waiter appeared out of the duskiness. “What can I get you all?”Emma answered “Jack Daniels...a double.” Dread had the same, and Pete ordered Jose Cuervo Gold.As soon as the waiter disappeared towards the bar, another male patron walked to their table. “Excuse me gentlemen! Would you mind if I dance with your date?”“She’s free to make her. She asked again about the keys. I told her to concentrate on what she was doing and not the keys. I asked her if she was a good girl. She said yes, but with a puzzled look. I asked her to tell me what she was touching. She said it was her “Cooter.” I asked what else it called. "It's My Muffin." I asked for a dirtier name. She stroked deeper and said "My pussy!” "Yes,” I said, as I rubbed my dick through my PJ's. "How many boys have been in your pussy?"With my questions, she told me she had been. I was right. “I have to warn you guys,” she said. “When I get horny I get wet, and when I come, I squirt!” That was okay by us. Josh sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, and spread his legs. Rachel crawled up to him, got on her elbows and knees and immediately began playing with his hard cock. “My poor little pussy needs attention, Bryan. Can you help me please? Can you lick it for me, pretty please?” I was happy to oblige. It was such an erotic sight to behold; her long dark hair. Habbart. My pleasure to meet you. Yes, sorry about the clothes. Mom says Christmas is our one day a year of ‘civil modesty,’ whatever that is, and we must dress up, especially when we go visiting. I suppose that’s why she didn’t get dressed today. Christmas is also my birthday. I’m on my way to visit my granny in the deep woods so I can’t stay. This bushel of black wool is for you and Bleu.”“Thank you so much. He needs it to make padding for his instruments and tools since we don’t have clothes.