He put down his guitar, and headed for the bar. I got up and walked over to the bar to see if I could talk to him. ‘Excuse me,’ I began. ‘I was ...urious about your first song. I didn’t ever expect to hear it here.’ He turned and looked at me with a weary expression. Then, as he absorbed the question, a knowing smile crossed his face. ‘It’s not a very well known piece. John Prine wrote it. He’s an American, as you probably guessed.’ ‘Yes, I know the piece and I know John Prine. But he’s pretty. “Ready?” Ingrid asked, and Eliana nodded. Lady Ingrid took her friend’s hand, and led her upstairs. Eliana glanced around while they were climbing the stairs, and was reassured to find the other party-goers also making their way up, in similar states of dress. She felt a slight pang of guilt towards her husband, but reminded herself that to him, she was only a prize he’d won through his wealth.Ingrid led her inside a large, dimly lit room which was covered in red drapes and carpets. There were. In order for her to be comfortable in the shoes I would have to buy a pair for her. I just hoped that they had shoes in stock that would fit her. This lane had a pretty good pro shop, so the chances were good. Justine could wear men’s shoes if she had to, but with the normal narrow women’s foot they would have to be tied super tight, and would still be loose. The other problem was with Justine’s large hands. The balls stocked for use in the bowling alleys were made for the normal sized hands of. Jane’s moans were getting louder and louder, I could tell she was close to Cumming, her thighs clamping Helen’s head, her hands trying to pull the girl further into her pussy. I had a fantastic view of Helen arse as she was bent forward on her knees, I was tempted to rip off her skirt and panties and stuff my aching cock deep into her bowels but I managed to stop myself. Helen started using her fingers, I could see three pumping in and out of Jane’s cunt. Jane came noisily but Helen didn’t.