My partner and I had managed to get a booth to ourselves and were sitting drinking, kissing, teasing each other and feeling frisky. As we chatted we s...mehow got onto the subject of dares. My boyfriend dared me to go onto the dance floor and flash my pussy at him. I made my way onto the dance floor and began to dance by myself looking over to him in the booth. As I danced I had a naughty idea, I turned around and run my hands down my body stopping at the hem of my dress, I slowly raised it as I. I moved behind him, staying on my knees, gave his crack a few long licks and focussed on getting my tongue inside his arsehole. I’m not sure how many of you have tried tongue-fucking someone’s arsehole while your hands are cuffed behind you back, but it’s not easy. However, I enjoy having to make an effort to please a man. After about 10 minutes, I asked Ray if he wouldn’t mind if we shifted positions. I had placed a low table nearby for just this purpose. I inched on my knees to the. What are they now, fifteen and twelve?” “Twelve is not a teenager,” Karla said. “Seventeen and twenty.” “Wow! Has it been that long?” “It has, to quote her, been a long time.” “So what brings this up?” “I was just wondering if you remembered Alex.” “Yeah, I remember her.” “We had lunch yesterday.” “Did you? Oh, by the way, I had lunch with Jasmine today. She and Jeremy are having some issues, apparently. I told her she needed to talk to you.” “What kind of issues?” “She thinks he feels guilty. Using her fingers like a comb, she ran them through it a number of times so that the long hair was no longer wavy but rather a series of straight, white, buttery strands. She slammed a pie into Nichole pussy, stepped away and admired her work. Then impulsively and uncontrollably, she moved toward Nichole, getting her mouth closer and closer to those velvety pie covered lips. She was so close. She felt the warm breath. There was barely any space between them now and Katie’s heart was racing. .