He had to stand still as I slowly undressed him. I started with his shirt, button by button. I moved slowly to give him the anticipation that he alway... gives me. He couldn't touch me, but he could talk to me. I finished the buttons and slid his shirt slowly down his shoulders and off. I threw it aside and circled him slowly, letting my fingers glide across his skin. I used light, feathery touches as I walked around his body. Coming back to his chest, I ran my fingers over his nipples, knowing. It's fairly quiet, there are only me and four other people. Two of them are girls around twenty-two or twenty-three. I’ve seen them here before, I think they're good looking, but I'm drunk, they could be real mingers. I go over to them and ask them if they would like a drink. "Two double vodkas, Thanks," says one. The other just looks at me. I get the drinks and we sit down at a table. "What do you want?" asks one "Nothing, except your company,” I replied. “Oh come on, you must want. I don't have a problem with my littlegirl smoking and if that's what you want to do, I support your decision."I was floored. My Mom is curling my hair, she just called me her littlegirl and just gave me permission to smoke... and I love it all!I had never smoked but had wondered what it was like for about two yearsnow. I trembled as I reached for the white and gold pack of long,feminine looking cigarettes. I flipped back the top and pulled one out. Iheld it near the end of my fingers like I had. It grew in length but not as much in girth, except for its bulbous head.“Come closer, boys,” she cooed and they stepped to her. She grasped each cock and began to stroke them. Her petite right hand could not wrap around the older man’s thick member; it was only about 6 inches long but was thicker than any cock she’d experienced before. It felt very heavy in her hand, and was more firm than hard. The younger man’s dick was the exact opposite: incredibly hard and curved upward with a fat, flared.