She whispered to Miri as she sat her down in the chair. “I’m going to dance just for you!” And she did!Charlie hadn't realized how much of the c...ub’s attention was focused on her and Miri, which included Marisol and the other dancers. The crowd slowly migrated around Charlie’s stage, including three of the other dancers who were supposed to be on the other stages. Charlie didn't pay attention to anything but Miri. She gave her a lap dance that she knew was getting to her once she saw her hands. She’s never been married, a little younger than you, sharp as a tack. I think you’d hit it off.’ ‘Tammie,’ I said, ‘I don’t want to be set up.’ ‘Just meet her at some public spot. Make small talk. Take her to dinner, like, Johnny Carino’s or something. See what you think,’ she said. ‘I assume,’ I said, ‘you’ve got it all arranged?’ ‘Four-ish, Saturday afternoon, behind the Pavilion at the Westerly. Bring the girls! She’s bound to love ’em.’ I thought. What could it hurt? The girls loved going. I begin to fuck you hard, taking you violently, each thrust of my swollen, inhumanly large member forcing your passage to give in to me, until eventually my balls are slapping against your quivering thighs and the sensitive womanly point near your opening is smashing against my hard, unyielding groin. You realize you did not bargain for this. You squirm, screaming and moaning, to no avail as your soft delicate pussy lips are stretched to accommodate my massive member. My relentless thrusting. Then she gently poured half a glass of the champagne over herself, and invited us to lick it off. Quickly, I knelt on one side of my mother, and began to lick the wine off her body, paying particular attention to her full breasts and hardening nipples. Emma, who had paused to strap herself into the wicked looking dildo, joined me. Soon, the attention of two mouths and four hands on her body started to have its effect on mum, who began to moan and writhe around on the carpet. Then Emma, who had.