My hole swallowed it all up, clamping tightly around the base. He sat back and told me to keep my hands on my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and I did...what I was told. Placing his hand behind my head he slowly began pushing his cock in and out, making me take more and more each time until his full length was down my throat. Holding my head pressed against his crotch he waited until I'd gagged a few times before pulling it right out. I was dribbling strands of spit onto his cock as I gasped for. While we were talking, I learned that she was divorced and had a daughter who was about my age. After a few moments of pleasant conversation, I excused myself and went back to the bandstand for the next set.As I watched the dancers, I saw that Joyce got many requests for dances from the single men in the club, young and old. I tried to catch her eye whenever possible and it was obvious that she was doing the same. I watched her hips as she danced and she had a little wiggle that would give any. I had expected the usual suspects — Frankenstein's monster, Marilyn Monroe, a vampire, a mummy.Instead I saw women dressed as teenaged singers — complete with the schoolgirl miniskirt — and men dressed in only loin clothes and one who seemed to be impersonating the cowboy from the Village People.Kasey and Carrie each looked beautiful. My little girl was turning into a beautiful young woman — and she was turning into a beautiful young woman very quickly.Carrie was simply stunning. She had. She alone had to suffer for this, and she was determined to protect his honor and her marriage from the secret, no matter how much it might hurt her deep inside herself.Melanie drained her glass and returned to the kitchen to fill it once more. After placing the bottle on the counter again, she changed her mind and took it with her into the living room, setting it down within easy reach beside the rocker. Again her mind revolved with the horrid remembrance of that night... Yes, there was no.