‘Megan,’ he said softly and glanced at her again when she turned to look at him. ‘I do want to know… What happened between you and Brad is not...just gonna go away and I know I can’t make you stop thinking about it. And I would rather you be honest with me than to hide your thoughts and feelings because you think they would hurt me or make me mad. Your complete honesty with me would go a long way toward helping me to trust your feelings for me. So, please… tell me what popped into your head just. Perkins got up and fixed his pants. He reminded Holly he still hadn't seen under her skirt and asked if she would like a kiss. Holly, always happy to show off her charms, turned around, lifted her small skirt and bent over. Perkins went behind her, pulled down the tiny panties and kissed her beautiful, creamy white, ass globes. Even though his cock barely moved, he loved the show. Always seeking to keep her happy, Perkins got some pussy juice from between her still wet lips, and ran his. "He's too stoned to be scared. We'll give them a complete show, don't worry." Oh, I ain't worrying, baby," he said, giving her ass cheek a hard grab and a twist. "I leave that to you."The music had quit now and the lights all of a sudden came up brighter. "We're ready for the dog-act," somebody yelled out.The black man slapped Julia's ass and she gave me a wink and went skipping off into the bright light, clutching her woolly lover tight to her with his head perched up between her bobbing. Always waiting... and wanting. I gasp and let out a sharp cry as I feel the first touch of something, more shock than pain. My mind processes the feeling, the sensation, and I realize it is a light touch, feathery, sleek. It could, indeed, be a feather... or fringe of a blanket... perhaps his hair. I can only imagine, not determine, as the touches and teases continue. The feathery feeling is gone now, replaced with something cold and wet... an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped.