Wow. What a night. Attending the Awards with some newcummers to ST, we made our way early to the meet and greet, ready to see everyone and enjoy Ronalds Hospitality. No. There werent a lot of folks there we knew and yes, we missed old faces very much. But, all in all we had a nice time. The fun though, came afterwards, of course.
The limo ride served as the hors de vors emmmmm hor d ourves Hmmmm hor dourves? Nope Ummmmmmm Damn spellcheck! Oh! I got it. Appetizer! Lol THAT is what I wanted to say!
However, the dastardly Limo driver MUST have sprayed the car with some sort of malicious aphrodisiac for the return trip. We were talkative, laughing and merry friends on the ride over. On the ride back, the Limo slipped into some erotic Twilight Zone.
It didnt take long before this one lady explored the fair lowlands of Scotland in pursuit of knowing exactly what WAS beneath that kilt. Then this same lady, this blushing and shy? little honey from West Texas leaned over to attack the bountiful swells so enticingly semi-revealed beneath the blouse of the groups outlaw lady, the Mrs. of the pair of Bonnie and Clyde.
It was a sad thing to see, I must admit. It must have been horrific for Bonnie, because in my sleep I can still hear her moans and see her writhing. I still see images of the two of them. The shy devourer of Bonnies bouncing breasts and the groaning Bonnie herself, wriggling and head thrown back as her womanly bounty was being ravished by the shy west Texas girl.
Then, just as her ravenous appetites seemed satiated, I noticed her leering eyes fasten on the innocently exposed feminine and succulent mounds of sweet Alice and her wonderlands. I saw her eyes wander and could tell her mind wondered, if the wonderful wonderland was as wondrous a wonder as she wondered. Then, she didnt wonder anymore. She just let her mouth wander in Alices wonder.
It was no small wonder, but Alices head went back as moans escaped her throat. Again, the intensity must have been tremendous, because as her moans filled the Limo, you could see her hips grind in what must have been unspeakable pain.
Again, we sensed the ravenous Shy creature must have been finally satisfied, but no. Raising up from Alices wonderland, her greedy eyes locked on a new target. In a display of unsportsmanlike conduct that was shocking to behold, her hands swept away a small soccer ball and laid bare the twin goals of an innocent Soccer Mom. There was shock and surprise in Mrs. Socs eyes as the shy minx crept closer.
As the attacking shy one leaned lower, I saw with own great horror, a look of hyena like hunger flash through her eyes as she noticed up ad down the Limo, luscious ladies resting in innocent repose with their feminine bounty unknowingly exposed. I saw the idea illuminate in her eyes, she had these poor beautiful creatures trapped and helpless, she was the guest of a veritable all she could eat muffett.
Dipping her head, her hungry mouth opened to accept the already stiffening fruit at the tip of the firm soccer swells that had miraculously popped out of their blouse. .
Even without her soccer ball, Mrs. Soc put up a grand fight. I could tell by the way she leaned in against her shy attacker, that she was putting up a valiant effort and struggling to free herself from the talon like grip of the feasting minx that her pinned back. She exuded heroic valor and her gasps filled the air. She was crying out in sheer surprise as she uttered who taught you to DO that! and Ohhhhhhh, you are incredible! Her fear brought her closer to her maker, though and she repeatedly cried out to GOD! and Jeeesssssus!
Even as she devoured poor Mrs. Soc her roaming hands began creeping towards her next victim. This victim was lucky though, for sleeping game presented no thrills for our prowling predator. The sleeping girl escaped unscathed, but lay fast asleep muttering the words to a song. I think she was trying to sing too much tequila last night or something to that affect.
Ever darting eyes zoomed in on their next meal soon enough and the shy girl leaned close to someone red and sweet. Actually, she was pink and sweet as color crept into her cheeks when her shy attacker clutched onto her swelling flowers. She turned pink, she turned red, she blushed crimson and she glowed scarlet hues. This heroine too, tried with great resistance to free herself from her attacker. I could see her fingers clutching at the hair of her aggressor and saw her pull her in tight to her breast in no doubt, what was a supreme attempt to smother her.
When finally, with sweet red cheeks, the victim slumped back into the seat in exhaustion, the ever hungry shy creature leaned closer to have some fun with a Dallas girl.
Oh, what fun she had with this giggling fun dallas girl. Letting nothing stop her, the minx dove at the funland laying before her and reveled in its bounty. Squeals, moans and groans filled the air as this last victim fell pray to the not quite so shy west Texas lady that nuzzled her prey in fond gratitude.
Finally, our shy adventurer crept back towards me, but before she could get to my lap, she was attacked by the gangster Bonnie as she pounced in retribution.
Ill never forget that night. What was supposed to be a quiet ride with friends. What should have been dull and boring. What turned out to be a night fraught with the screams, moans and thrashing of tormented women and the devilish growls of a shy minx. The dreams and nightmares may still haunt others, I am sure the Limo driver will never be the same, either.
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