It might have sewn things up. Probably if the rain...”“The turnout would have been poor, even without the rock band the other night and the weathe... didn’t make a difference,” Roxie said. “No one’s interested in going out on a Tuesday night to stand in line for a cup of apple cider and listen to a speech.”“I wasn’t going to make a speech,” Cal protested, “just shake hands and explain my positions...”“A customized, personal speech for every person,” Roxie laughed.When she was right, Cal had to. She took his hands from her bottom and placed them by his sidewhile sliding slowly to her knees to undo his belt and removehis shoes and socks. As she stood she danced to his rear and puther arms round his waist to his zip which she eased downshimmying with the music his trousers soon hit the floor. Hisarousal was obvious the slight groans that had been a backgroundto this dance where more than emphasised by his member stickingout like a flagpole on the fourth of July.Again on her knees she. Her green eyes seemed clearer, like they were in hi-def. ‘Allison!’ An unfamiliar voice said as three people walked into the room, all of whom looked unfamiliar to Caroline, or Allison for now. She was going to have to get used to responding to the name Allison from now on. An older woman with light brown hair hugged Caroline, followed by an older man with dirty blond hair. Based on their physical appearances, as well as their age, Caroline guessed they must be Allison’s parents, now her. He felt, rather than heard, her muffled moans of pleasure around his cock as she ground her cunt hard down onto his mouth, her excitement growing in response to the twin stimulation of her clit and anus. When the increasingly violent movements of her hips began to obstruct his breathing he used one hand to urge her hips from his mouth, reaching the other hand down to disengage her mouth from his achingly erect cock. At his murmured instruction she lifted from him, waiting on the bed on her.