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I’ve seen it all before, son. Trust me, get her out of there.” With that, he patted me on the shoulder and wandered off. As I remained seated, reflecting fuck naked his words and summoning courage to go intervene, every-one’s activities were halted by a loud bugle-call. “Attention! Attention all children and not-so-children under 18. It is now officially your bed-time. All those who leave in the next five minutes are allowed to take one of the huge lolly and treat bags from the big bucket at the front door”. The ensuing flurry of activity caused me to lose focus, and when I next looked back at the bar, the two women were gone. My heart sank. ………………………. Several minutes passed as I drank down yet another large glass of wine I’d erotic hijacked from a passing waiter. Then, to my deep relief, the two ladies emerged from a side door. Cynthia went to the bar and Shelly came over to me. “Reach out your hand and show me your palm,” she ordered. I complied, and she positioned her clenched fist over my open flat hand. When her fingers unfurled, a small piece of orange silk fabric dropped into my care. “That’s my g-string,” she announced. “Cynthia said it needed to come off before our dance. I said I didn’t want to. I said I’d be too embarrassed to dance in front of all these people if I was naked under my dress. I pleaded with her to let me keep it on, but she said that technically speaking it wouldn’t be my dancing that these folks would find entertaining. I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant, but she assured me it would be OK to be naked if I wanted to entertain properly. She’s a very insistent woman, Graham, you know that. So when she got down on her knees and slid her hands up my thighs, I didn’t stop her. She grabbed the waistband of my G and pulled it all the way down whilst we were stood in the ladies’ restroom. Cynthia was kneeling at my feet, and I had my g-string around my ankles. What was I supposed to do, Graham? Well, I lifted my feet one at a time and let her take my g-string clean off. She wanted to take my bra off too, but that would mean I’d have to remove my dress up over my head, so we didn’t do that. But feeling her hands slide up my legs and pull down my G has made me soooo horny. I’m naked and juicy now, Graham. Wanna see?” With that, she bent down as if to take hold of the hem. “No!” I barked, almost as a yell, desperate for her hands not to grasp hold. My glances shot in all directions to see if anyone was in earshot. “No, I believe you,” I said more calmly. I did believe her. “Anyway, I’ve time for one more drink before I start dancing,” she said, and sauntered off to re-join Cynthia at the bar. …… Several minutes later, during which time I’d british commandeered and drank yet another large wine, “Cotton-eye Joe” and it’s buzzing violin started pumping out from the DJ’s speakers, causing many of the assembled party to jump up onto asshole their feet. Dozens of bodies commenced to jive, bop and boogie, including my two ladies. I remained in my seat like I’d been told and watched everyone jig about like they were crazy. Mmm, look at those tan boobies sway. Pam is watching fascinated as I slowly slide my cock into Carol with both my hands gripping her wonderful arse cheeks. James was probably the first older guy (she was 16 and he was 20) that her mother had let get very near to her daughter. When number 20 landed Zoe’s orgasm exploded out of her. Besides, when it was my turn to bend down, tracy did actually shave a few small hairs off of me. She also pulled down on my ball sack and carefully shaved the back side of it. After a few months I stopped feeling sorry for asshole myself though and carried on with my life. She used the cloth to wipe most of british the arousal away from her crotch, careful to avoid her clit so she wouldn’t be tempted to orgasm, and naked crawled back into bed with James. Slowly the fuck creature began to move forward and swallow Savannah’s legs whole. You pull me up and have me sit on your lap, pulling my head down to rest on erotic your chest. In his true Boston accent, he said, “Please everyone, enjoy yah drinks n’ meals; nothin’ ta see hea.” It always drew a few laughs and a round of applause, bringing the fun atmosphere back. I had been hovering near her the entire time she readied to marry. So with my throat currently locked into the collar section and my hands secured and useless out at the bracelets, I don’t have the use of my arms in any way. They were a great bunch. I frowned to myself.