They were nice people. My name is Robert Christmas, everyone calls me Sarge. I am 46 years old and never found the right woman to marry. I don’t kn...w why, a customer started to call me Sarge one evening and it stuck, sort of. I run a little watering hole called The Silver Dollar Saloon, I inherited it when my folks died in a car crash. We sell good food and strong drink for a responsible price. We have a regular crowd that drops in as they see fit. The jukebox is always running, the dance. He felt his cock stiffening all of a sudden... ‘’Man I must be dreaming!’’ Luna’s breasts were firm, round, but surprisingly her big tits were swollen...Her long legs were spread slightly apart, but enough to get a glimpse of her pink clit... and her gorgeous feet in those 12 cm high heeled shoes... it was more than he could take! Without a moment of hesitation, Carl took out her left shoe delicately and started to suck her soft toes one by one... Luna moaned, looked at him straight in the. He was rubbing my boobs for a couple of min and then suddenly felt it. I felt as if I had done some mistake but couldn’t do anything about it since my face was been vigorously rubbed on the cock region of Anil Sir. Anil Sir pulled my face close to his face with the help of my hair, spited his saliva right down my throat and threw me towards his feet. He then placed his right feet on my face, rubbed it all over my soft and charming face and ordered to lick clear his feet. I couldn’t see any kind. Thomas quickly finished his beer and Stacey returned with another. Shelia took another sip of her drink and closed her eyes once more, enjoying the feel of it as the alcohol made its way down her throat. She could feel it as it entered her tummy, warming her from the inside. Her confidence growing. When Stacy returned, Thomas finished his beer in two more swallows. He started his second beer a bit more slowly then his first. Shelia finished her drink in one gulp. Placed the glass on her.