Thank God for Mark." he thought. The subscription to cable television was the best present Isidor has had in years. Dara, of course, went berserk. "Wh...t do we need for cable. So your father can look at those dirty movies. Those floozies with their breasts hanging out and God knows what else. It's a sin and a waste of electricity. I won't have it in the house." Mark convinced his mother that cable was a good thing and that she could indulge herself with talk shows on 83 channels. Isidor thought. Towards the end of her set, I asked her for a private dance, and she agreed.She came off-stage naked and stood in front of me, her bare pussy inches away from my face. She motioned towards the curtained booth for our private dance. I took a seat and she danced to Shaniah Twain’s “If You Wanna Touch Her, Ask.” I didn’t ask; I actually touched her ass every time the refrain played.After our dance, she went to the dressing room and came back clothed. I bought her a drink, and we talked for a. Sensing Becky’s frustration, Megan promptly pushes her tongue inside the soft, hot pussy lips, gently pushing them apart as her tongue slides inside to taste her sweet juices. Becky arches her back in ecstasy and pulls Megan’s head closer, trying to get it in deeper, desperate to orgasm. Miss Caitlin smiles at the two girls, closely watching them tease and play together. She finds her own pussy in need of attention, her hand straying down to her clit, not surprised to find it erect under its. He was no threat to her, she knew him.“Angel” his voice a bit more stern.She looked toward the ground, inhaling on the cigarette in her mouth before reaching up and pulling it out, and flicking the filter to knock off the loose ash.“Come on girl” she saw him nod and tilt his head out of the corner of her eye, ushering her to follow.She took another hit from her cigarette before smothering it out on the bottom of her boot. She pushed herself away from the brick wall and followed him. Her hands.