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"Yeah, that's whyit's called Dickies."I processed that information as I took a sip of my second beer but Ialmost choked in surprise as a sweet creamy liquid hit my tongue.Turning the bottle around I saw the label, 'Dickie's milk.' It readbelow the bar's logo. 'A creamy smooth pina colada.' "Not quite what Iwas expecting," I coughed.Camille reached out and wrapped her hand around mine, raising the bottleback to my mouth. I went to take a sip but her hand kept applyingpressure, forcing more of the glass bottle into my mouth. Puzzled Istopped raising it but she managed to push just a little more in, I feltthe neck of the bottle at the back of my throat, what the hell was shedoing?Clearly she felt my throat convulse around the bottle as she pressed herthumb against the outside of my lips before withdrawing it and guiding myhand back to the table. Glancing down at the bottle she chuckled as herthumb was still in place marking exactly where my lips had been a momentearlier. "Not. I’d enjoy seeing the two of you fellate, you already know that. Would you be interested in anal sex, maybe?” She grinned, knowing how much he liked doing that to her.Tom winced. “I’m trying to swallow the idea of putting around man’s cock in my mouth, and you’re talking about me buggering him?”“Or him buggering you,” Penny quipped smartly.“Don’t be a smart-ass,” Tom grumbled, knowing how she detested talk like that. “It’s out of the question. I couldn’t handle doing that.”Penny rose up and kissed him. “I do, all the time, and you never hear a complaint from me.” She laughed. “Another bad turn of phrase, sorry. What I mean, is that you might like it as much as I do, Tom. With the right partner.“My right partner is you,” he grumbled.Penny hadn’t thought of that. She gazed up at him thoughtfully.“What?” he questioned.“I might like shagging you, actually,” she said.Tom blinked in confusion “What?” he repeated.“And watching you get shagged.”Penny...” He shook his head, still blinking..
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”“I think I can take care of both.” I retrieved the wet dildo from behind her. “I dare you to put this in and we’ll go in for lunch.”She looked at me with that I’m thinking look. A smile came across her face. She took the dildo from me and quickly pulling her shorts down, inserted it, and then pulled her shorts up.“I’d step outside and walk a little with it. You wouldn’t want to have that falling out inside.”“Good point,” she said while trying to get it in a good position.She stepped outside the car, took a few steps, and came back laughing as she held the dildo up.“Your right. It wants to come out and the shorts can’t hold it in."“Too bad you aren’t wearing panties. That would probably hold it in.”Another smile as she reached into the bag and brought out a pair of white panties.Holding them up for anyone to see. “Ta da!” And quickly shucking her shorts, she made the change. The second time was a charm when she took her walk.We went into the Harborside, and as we approached the.

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