It was probably my fault? Aww how sweet and innocent, even with the drunken slurring. I made an obvious look at her badge. ?Oh. Happy B...rthday. Both of you. Let me buy you a drink. What’s your drink of choice?? I asked with a faked enthusiasm. ?We’ll have two Bacardi Breezers thank you.?I was right. That was very easy. I went to the bar and ordered the two Bacardi’s then waited a minute for the barman to move down the other side before I discretely added the two tablets. Taking off her night gown she put on the Midi and the blouse without any undergarments and looked in the mirror to make sure it fit her perfectly after the two years. It did and even without a bra her breasts stood out against the clinging silk fabric and the midi was too tight against her legs and came a little higher than when she had worn it two years ago. There was also sufficient gap between the hem of her blouse and the Midi showing off her young flat abdomen. The midi was a little. Slowly licking it from tip to balls . Her tong felt like silk as it covered ever inch of my cock. Grabbing the foot board of my bed before my legs gave out from all the wonderful feelings she was giving me. "You and her taste so good.I bet mom would love to be here sucking on you right now." I groaned as I felt the passion in my tired body scream into high gear. As my ball drew up ready to give another load of baby batter up. I knew that she was not going to wast what could be my last. When she took a break, she put on her coat and boots, and stood for a few minutes, catching her breath and drinking gulps of hot tee that she had in a thermos. Her cheeks were pink from the cold air; her lips were blue from the cold. But she was not concerned by that. Elena smiled charmingly to the spectators and replied cheerfully on the exited remarks. After the short break, she took off her coat and boots and started the next dance.She performed every dance barefoot. Her feet got red from.