“Mmm hmm” I managed to reply. I honestly didn’t think his huge cock would have fit in my little pussy. “I'd love to taste that little pussy of...yours.” He said. I wasn’t sure if he was asking, or telling me. He kneeled on the floor and positioned his body between my legs.My body tensed. He began rubbing my thighs, getting closer to my pussy each time. I tried to relaxed and opened my legs up to him. Keeping my eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of his touch. And then I felt his hot, wet tongue. Sandy explained why she had chosen stripping and pole dancing to support her through university stating that the pay was more than she could get anywhere else while she was still without qualifications. She had always enjoyed dancing, although learning the routine of pole dancing had been a little challenging at first.She actually found that the admiring glances of the customers who were, in the main, very polite, was not at all unpleasant. She added that she was proud of her body and happy to. ‘It’s a good thing I stuck to beer.’ He was looking around the kitchen for something to eat. He was sure that some breakfast would make him feel better, if he could only summon the courage to close his eyes and swallow it. ‘Got the blood transfusion ready?’ It was Rich who had shuffled into the kitchen. ‘I’ll take mine intravenous,’ he said. ‘Get the tubing and hook me up.’ ‘C’mon, Rich,’ Jim relied, ‘don’t be a wimp. If you want to dance, you’ve got to pay the fiddler.’ ‘I know, I know. I said. Soon we reached a place which was totally dark and isolated. By that time we were 3 beers down each and I was in full erection. Her rising skirt and she bending back to pull the beer cans had made her skirt out from her bums.And her black panty on her side hips was visible and sipping on bouncy road has made her top wet and her nipples were making impressions on the satin top. Now, I saw a dead-end. The road was ending and there were bushes all around but she was not slowing down the car.I told.