"I mean will you like to hang out tonight, perhaps have supper with me, I mean us, japanese me, Thel and John?" She stammered. "That sounds nice; sure I've no other plans, what's for dinner?" Arleen asked. "I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That's normally the summer fare around here, you've already had your daily burger, or we could send John for subs from Subway or for a pizza if you're really hungry." "Salad and ice cream sounds perfect, need any help getting it ready?" Arleen asked. "Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I'll take it down to the bar, and bring the two love birds down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars drop by even though we aren't Big Tits officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any sense." Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to find more than a few people had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with Juice Newton's 'Angel of the morning' before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss' 'You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty boobs coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties. She leaned into the mike. "Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I'm Arleen Armstrong, I'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great nice ass time. I don't mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I'll play it." She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle's 'Hotel California' on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered. She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and John. "That was really cool, Arleen, thank you." Thelma said. "It wasn't necessary, but it'll be great publicity for when we open. I'll put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that's ok?" She asked before continuing, "I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and chill with Mel, oriental she'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that's ok?" She said. "She's awesome!" Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great deal of attention to her salad. When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. Her nostrils nice ass were flaring. "And I dont remember giving you permission to speak to me like that, you fuckin' little brat" he hissed, his past instincts coming back to him as if they'd never left. Wow. Melissa saw her opportunity and grabbed the back of Lesslie’s head and forced her mouth onto hers. As I got super close again from the high speed pounding, I stopped and parked a moment, and then resumed at a moderate pace. I wanted his cum spurting into my depths. He pulled away, but he wasn't even close to done yet. I started rocking my big 57 inch ass against Benjamin. Sliding her hand slowly up my leg, under my dress, she reached the cuff of my stockings, I could almost see her tiny hands cresting the white lace trim. Smiling she felt that well over half of the commands they were feeding her were now gone. For three days we rode the storm, sails ripped away, spars broken like match-sticks, mountainous seas battering the ship. All I can think about is how wonderful it feels, pulling back and burrowing as deep as Penny’s slit lets me. After ten minutes or more she went to kissing my neck moaning in my ear as she had an orgasm. Gagging , the divorced cunt would make a great live in sexslave he thought . Sexy face, , he montioned for Sonia to lick oriental his manass, married many years Sonia would never think of doing this to her cuckold hubby Charles . Joyce took her ballgag off as she licked Mr.Pete's nuts . Pete didnt last long as he lined up Joyce, Monique & Sonia and plastered their faces with cum . White like vanilla ice cream , the cumfacial moms followed Pete into the bathroom where all three again lined up , this time on their knees as Pete spewed his golden champagne all over their faces . After which were ordered to have a piss kiss, as they french-kissed each other while exchanging their master's urine. She smiled at me like she could feel my eyes. “I attack you because I think you hunt me,” she said raising her spear again. “No, you never have.” I sighed as my chick became rock hard. It was a straightforward cut in deep blue, with a paisley print to match the ’70s vibe of Elsie’s jumpsuit. I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed the bottom of the underwear and cautiously pulled it down. On his final boobs thrust he could not contain himself any more. It was her turn to laugh, japanese “Yeah, the exam. Well what could I do? Jenny bounced up the hill, arriving at the patio barely out of breath. Now Big Tits for her earrings, tiny pearl studs. “It’s a sunny day.” I stupidly replied. You take your coffee with a splash cream.