Behind it, the concrete wall at the back was covered with a whimsical rendition of a yellow brick road winding its way toward an emerald green castle, far away in the mountains.Sam let go of my balls and looked downwards towards my Moms and Teens raised dick.Prema asked, puzzled.Her silky flesh massaged my dick, working around it, cleaning it up.More, Sven.I looked at Liz straight in the eye and held my hand out and plead, Do you trust me? As if she didn’t hear me she softly replied What did you say?People believe more of what they read than what they actually see.And when she laid back with a slightly fearful expression on her face and watched with wide open eyes as he moved up into her pussy and took her cherry on the way (simulated) he nearly came before he even got well up into her.And when she got her climax, she started cheering him on to dump up into her pussy as deep as he could to make a baby there and with her little girl look, his dick stuck all the way Lesbian up in her, her body thrashing up to him and her calling at the top of her voice for him to impregnate her, he was beyond lusty in answering her call to granny action.She rubbed her snatch against my hungry face while my fingers dug into her rump.She rose up too high and when she moved back down I slid into her hot wet canal.With anyone else I would have driven up, pushing my pulsing erection into her cunt, but this was Scarlett—a twenty-five year old virgin who had promised herself that she would wait for Mr. Right, the man she’d spend the rest of her life with.Yes, it did mom. Like usual, when I get back to the dance floor to find my boys they were standing in the same spot bobbing their heads to the music with no women around them.I always had to be the first one to make a move and hopefully at a group of women to kick it off for my boys. Naturally I’m an introvert, so I hated breaking the ice with women especially the first group of women for the night. Looking around the dark club there was woman after woman walking by or right next to us swinging their hips dancing to the music and rubbing up against us. They didn’t rub up against us on purpose, club blue was so packed that night you really had no standing room so everybody was hip to hip.Continuing to glance around the room looking for eye contact, there was this redheaded white girl that was staring at me. I looked away and then glanced in her direction again. Once again her head turned to look at me. We made eye contact and out came those dreaded butterflies in my stomach that I hate. I hated that nervous feeling of knowing it's time to make a move and deciding whether to puss out or not because I feared rejection.Why does this happen to me? In this situation, why would I be so hesitant to walk over to her and start a conversation? I mean she was the one who was staring at me to begin with so that already told me subconsciously that my shot at her was more than a 50/50. Like usual I puss out and look away nervously, while at the same time becoming angry with myself. Here was granny Lesbian a good looking chick throwing attention at me and my dumb ass doesn’t move on it.By this time my drink was empty and it doesn’t look good to be standing in the club holding an empty drink. You might as well not have a Moms and Teens drink in your hand at all. The crew I rolled with didn’t allow you to not have a drink in your hand. If you weren’t drinking and you were part of this group, you were automatically labeled soft somehow. I headed to the bar for another drink, a captain and coke of course.Walking back to the dance floor I found my boys again and this time they were finally in a different spot on the floor.