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Dolly lay in the bed, mystified at everything that had transpired in her life. She had gone from a Psalm singing, pure, Christian girl, to a slut, in just a few months. She had worn modest clothing, never raised her voice, and never displayed her body.

Now she loved to show all the skin possible, adored being completely naked in front of complete strangers, had all but stopped going to church, and was completely ape crazy about getting laid as often as possible. ESPECIALLY by complete strangers.

She was getting ready, on this very day, to move in with a man, without being married to him, and give herself to him, any time, any where, and in any way, shape, or form, that he asked for. If he asked her to, she would willingly submit to a gang bang. As long as HE wanted her to do it.

She had asked that she NOT be cleaned out, inside, to keep Francis's sperm inside her. He was her first, and only, Black man, and she wanted to feel his cum rolling around inside her for as long as she was able. It felt comforting to her, to remember how full he had made her feel. No wonder so many white women sought and submitted to black men.

Before they had left, she asked how many of them had recorded her and Francis, together. ALL of them had recorded it. The only thing they had not been present for, was their time in the shower, when she had sucked his dick, and swallowed his cum. She would provide them with that at another time.

They had come in, completely unnoticed, and stood watching, and recording, the whole affair. Wayne had whispered that he was enjoying this as much, or more, than the other times he had seen her with other men. Seeing her lily white thighs spread wide open, and her tiny, pink, pussy lips being spread to receive Francis's big black dick, was almost beyond comprehension. Essie and Julia had both asked if he wanted to fuck them, but he didn't want to miss a single stroke of Francis's dick going in and out of her tight little snatch, and watching him fill her to capacity with his cum. Dolly wasn't the only one to discover a brave, new world. One that he had never imagined existed.

Julia and Essie were gone to the storage company down the street to buy some empty boxes and packing materials, and Wayne had gone to his house to move a few things out of the way, put his car out front, and bring his pickup back to move her. Carl would be here shortly to lend a hand, and Francis would be back, as soon as he put some gas in HIS new, to him, pickup. He had just bought it yesterday. He had considered buying a vehicle, but had been unable to make up his mind as to which he wanted. A car, or a pickup. He had gone with Tod, Pete, and Essie, to look at some possibilities, and had come onto a cherry deal. It was a 3/4 ton chassis, crew cab. it was only 3 years old, and had only 15K miles on it. It was fully loaded, and didn't have a scratch on it.

An older couple had bought it, and they didn't go very much, and when his health began to fade, went out even less. He had had a stroke, then a heart attack, and was gone soon afterwards. His wife had given their land to their daughter and her husband, and was living with them, and her Grandc***dren. They didn't have any other c***dren. She didn't like to drive, and her Son-in-Law took her to do everything she needed, so they sold the pickup, that her husband had been so proud of. The very next day, Francis and his mentors, had seen it, as it was being put on the lot, and had bought it. Pete and Tod had both told him that if HE didn't buy it, THEY WOULD!!! Essie had just smiled at him, and told him that he should pay attention to them, as THEY knew what they were looking at. He had bought it, and its very first trip out of the yard, was the rescue mission to get Dolly.

She was now laying in the bed, basking in the afterglow of her rendezvous with Francis, and promising herself that it wouldn't be the last time she gave him her pussy. FAR FROM IT!!! She and Essie were friends. Not as good as she wanted, but both were willing to work at it. Wayne and Francis working together would make it MUCH easier. They were already "buds" at work, and enjoyed many of the same things, so the rest would be easy.

She languished a few minutes more, and decided that she should clean up a bit, and set things down to pack. She went into the kitchen, and opened cabinets to show what should be packed, and what could go the way it was. She went into her storage room, and got out the ice chests, to carry the things that were in the fridge, and set them on the small kitchen table. She loved to cook, but hated to eat alone, so she didn't cook all that much. NOW she had someone to cook for, and it would be fun, again. Her clothes would be easy. She despised doing laundry, and most of her things were wash and wear, or wrinkle free. A few skirts that were pleated, and some nice blouses were all she had, and she usually took them to a laundry. All of her coats were dry cleaning jobs, and the only thing left were her "unmentionables", as her Mom referred to them. She had stopped wearing them, for the most part, so they didn't bother her. It was MUCH more comfortable to NOT wear panties or bras. When it got cold, she could wear her tights or her ski pants. THEY were fun to wear, especially now that she knew how to display her camel toe to her best advantage, thanks to the Kelly's and Sharon's sister, Robbi. Just pull them up and into her crotch, and "voila"!!! It was ready to be inspected.

She heard the front door being opened, and it was Francis. She rushed over and threw her arms around him, and stood on her tip toes, to give him the hottest kiss that she knew how. "THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU, and THANK YOU, AGAIN!!! I LOVED WHAT YOU DID TO, AND FOR, ME!!! If I had any idea how long it would take for the others to get back, I would ask you for a repeat performance, but, I DON'T, so I will say that you can have more of the same, as soon as you want it. Just feel my ass, or rub my tits, and my pants will come off, and my legs will spread wide for you. I know, NOW what made Essie fall in love with you. I don't love you, but, I really enjoy getting laid by you.

She gave him another kiss and went into the shower to clean herself, knowing that if she invited him, he would, probably, go, but, she resisted the temptation. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and douched. There would be more where that came from. She brushed her hair out until it was gleaming, and trimmed her bangs just for good measure. She went in and got a pair of athletic shorts, and her deck shoes, and set them on the floor next to the bed. She went to the closet, and looked at the tops there, and went to another drawer, and pulled out a halter top and tied it on. She pulled on the shorts, and looked at her reflection in the mirror, inspecting herself. Satisfied, she picked up her shoes and carried them down to the living room, to put on when she went out.

She heard the door rattle, again and the others came in. Julia and Essie both hugged and kissed her, and Wayne picked her up, spinning her around and kissing her at the same time. No doubt that she enjoyed getting fucked at any time, but she truly loved Wayne. She dreamed about the time when they would be old, and grey, and sit watching their Grand, or GREAT Grandc***dren playing at their feet. She loved their quiet times as much as she enjoyed their erotic times. She wanted him to be inside of her, driving until she lost her ever-loving mind, and filling her with his seed. She had contemplated getting on birth control, but she wanted him to make her pregnant as soon as possible. If something, GOD FORBID, happened to them, she would still have a little version of the man she loved, with her.

Carl came in as Wayne was setting her down. "Are we ready to get this show on the road, or are we goin'; ta share some more spit." They all went in the kitchen. The ladies had made a fresh pot of coffee, and the boxes and packing materials were in the living room floor. Carl and Wayne had both backed in to make loading that much easier. Most of the dishes were unbreakable, and the pots and pans were nearly the same, so cups, glasses, and her what nots were the only thing that needed packing. She still had the original boxes for her computer, monitor, and other things, and they were the first things to be loaded, followed by the kitchen things, and the linens. She took her clothes, and distributed them in the vehicles, along with her shoe collection.

A little under 2 hours and the house looked as good as new. It had been painted, inside, a short time before she moved in, and she used the sticky hangers for her pictures, so there wasn't a blemish on any of the walls, She dusted and wiped the blinds at least once, and sometimes, twice a week, so they were spotless. Essie went in and cleaned the bathrooms, and Julia did the same in the kitchen. The curtains and window treatments belonged to the house. Francis had given the windows a good going over, and they were spotless, too. She picked up her phone and called her landlord over to look at the place. He arrived, and in less than 30 minutes, gave her a check to cover her deposit, and got a hug in return. She gave him her keys, and a kiss, and thanked him for letting her stay with him. They parted with fond memories of each other.

They made short work of taking in her things, and putting them away. While they were doing that, Carl took her computer in and set it up for her. All she had to do was to set the passwords, and go. Wayne went out and set the remote in her car to open the garage door, and pulled her car inside. She was sitting next to her "sex wagon", in the garage. Wayne had promised to take her out and christen it properly, as soon as they could get away. He knew a couple of VERY good spots to go camping.

The move completed, they decided to celebrate. They all went to clean up, and get fresh clothes, and would meet back, right here, as soon as they had done their things.

Carl and Julia went to their house to freshen up, relax, and allow Julia time to "doll up," while Carl shaved. For the first time, there was no "grab ass" between them. THAT would, probably, come quickly, in THIS company. Instead they chatted like an old, married, couple. After they got in Julia's car, it gave them one more thing to laugh about.

Essie and Francis discussed their upcoming nuptials. It was going to be just the "gang" there, to watch them "tie the knot." They had discussed calling his family, but, after Francis had explained the sort of people that his father was, she agreed that it would be best NOT to have them near. Almost all the men in her family had "short fuses" when it came to gross misbehavior. They loved to party, and have a good time, but didn't stand for boorish behavior. THAT was, Francis reminded her, the BEST they could expect from his father.

They went home, and did much the same as Carl and Julia, except that they settled for a "quickie." Francis never shaved. At 21, the only place HE had any hair, was his mustache. It was just a thin line above his upper lip. Nola asked if they were going to be out for the night, but that was all that anyone asked of them. THAT was to find out how many places to set at the supper table, only.

ON THE OTHER HAND, Dolly wheedled Wayne to transfer the movie from his phone, to a CD, so she could see for herself, what had happened between her and Francis. Wayne handed her his phone, and she made short work of the transfer. She immediately slipped it into the disc player, and curled up next to Wayne on the sofa, and started watching. It was fun to watch, whoever it was, but a thousand times more fun if you were the center of attention. THIS was no exception. She imagined that it was someone else, until the images reminded her that it WAS her they were looking at. She seemed to feel everything as if it was happening, again. She was so turned on that she unzipped Wayne's trousers and began to give him head. IT WASN'T ENOUGH, THOUGH!!!

She took his hand, and led him to the bedroom, where she stripped him naked, and went to town. She had brought him, nearly, to blowing his load, and finished the job. She kept on sucking until she had him hard, again, and mounted him, telling him to relax and enjoy the ride. She rode him cowgirl style until she felt him trying to cum, dismounted, and kissed him silly, then remounted, to ride him in the reverse cowgirl, rising so he could see himself going in and out of her pussy, until the moment of truth arrived. She spun around, without losing him inside of her, and began to rock in earnest, and kissing him hard enough to bruise his lips. She ground herself into him as he exploded inside of her, her internal muscles contracting and relaxing, milking the last drops from him. She fell forward, her arms going around his neck, and rubbing her tits all over his chest. She loved that he was as hairy as almost any man she had ever seen. She loved the way it scratched her nipples to rub them against his chest hairs. That alone gave her another orgasm.

He lay quietly for a little bit, enjoying the feel of her next to him, and loving her for it. Then he picked her up and carried her to the shower. He scrubbed her from top to bottom, but declined any further intimacy, wanting to repeat what had just happened, later. THAT evening, if possible.

He, Carl, and Francis, had decided to take the girls to a restaurant that had just opened, for dinner. Then, Carl asked if they could go to the kareoke place, again. He loved to hear Dolly sing. Only THIS time, he called her DARLA, instead of Dolly. Wayne smiled at the thought. HE loved her singing, too. The both told Francis that HE was about to get a treat. It WASN'T an imposition, because Dolly loved to sing, at every opportunity. The only possible fly in the ointment, was, on Saturday night, they also allowed amateur stripping at the same time. It had been a surprise, at first, to the management, how many women, AND some men, enjoyed mixing the two activities.

He encouraged Dolly to give it her best, getting ready for the evening. She chose a rose colored blouse, that was thin, and, for the occasion, a see through bra. She paired it with a pink skirt, that hit her about 5 or 6 inches above her knee, and, in light of the restaurant, a pair of pink, see through panties. She would wear a pair of 4 inch heels to complete her ensemble. THEY, also, were pink. Minutes only, later, the other couples arrived. The OTHER two women were similarly dressed. Essie was wearing pastel green, and Julia was wearing pastel yellow. All three were visions of beauty.

They elected to take Wayne's station wagon, because of its 3 seats, for the evening. Carl and Julia went in the VERY rear seat, Francis and Essie in the back seat, and Wayne and Darla, as they had agreed to call her, in the front. The men had worn slacks, sport shirts, and SHINED boots, for the occasion, and carried coats and ties, just in case.

It was lucky that they had prepared, as jacket and ties were required dress, for gentlemen, on the weekends. The ladies all helped their escorts to put on their ties, and jackets, and went in to be seated. The waiter came and took their orders, and brought them their wine. A bottle of champagne was ordered for later. They had ordered standing rib roast, new potatoes, green beans, and for dessert, Baked Alaska. They sat and chatted of everything that they could think of, and admired the others. Francis had worn the coat that Granny Lorene had made from deerskin, but the only embroidery on it, right now, was a Thunder Bird across the back. His tan slacks set it off, beautifully, with his brand new Ranch Wellingtons. Grandpa Hiram had teased that he needed a cowboy hat, like Hoss used to wear on TV, with an eagle feather in the band of it. Preferably a BLACK hat.

They sat enjoying the company they were keeping, and the friendship that was engendered among them. Considering their varied pasts, it was nothing short of a miracle. Wayne and Carl were the only two to have anything in common. The dessert was served, and the champagne use to toast their futures, apart AND together, and much laughter was heard from their table. Carl picked up the tab, and Wayne and Francis provided a generous tip for the waiter, and busboy. The men escorted the ladies out, with their hands at their waists, causing an even bigger stir as they passed the other tables. All eyes were on the trio of beautiful women. All GORGEOUS in face and form, and IMPECCABLY dressed, to perfection. All three were eating up the comments they had heard. It was wonderful that they were making such an impression.

They went to the kareoke club, and discovered that on the weekend a cover was charged. NO MATTER!!! Wayne took care of that small item, and they ere greeted by the Manager, who had seen them at the door. He asked of their seating preference, and showed them to a table, standing by as the men seated the ladies. They were, without question, the handsomest partie to come here in a long while. The Manager leaned down to tell Darla that many new selections had been added to the machines, since their last visit. He also gave her a complete list of the music that was loaded, and expressed a hope that she would include at least one of the songs that she had done, previously. She looked the list over, and saw several songs that she knew and loved, INCLUDING the first two of "her" songs. She was well aware of the effect they had on Wayne, and made the decision to be sure and do both of them. JUST for HIM!

A few people went up and took the mike, giving their version of the song that they had chosen, but only one was any good. An older gentleman had actually sang a Tom Jones song. "Green Green Grass of Home," and had done it VERY well. Then he had sang "What's New Pussycat," and done ALMOST as good. he received a good amount of applause, and had retained the mike, coming over and handing it to Darla. "The Manager said you were extraordinary, and to please ask you to sing, if you would. Darla took the mike, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanking him, and rose to go up. All three of the men rose with her. She dimpled at them. It was the first time they had stood with her, or any of the women. THIS was turning out to be the best, yet. She gave her most graceful walk, going up on the stage, and knelt down to punch in her first 3 selections. Her first was "For Your Eyes, Only," the second was a song she liked, "Oh, Lonesome Me," and the third was "You Only Live Twice."

The music cued up and opened, and she sang much as she had that first night. Straight to Wayne. By the time she finished the song, she had tears in her eyes. She had prepared by bringing a tissue with her, and dabbed her eyes, careful not to spoil her make up. The second was an upbeat song and she really got into it, dancing a little bit. Not like a lot of performers did, but enough to show that she was enjoying herself. Hands were clapping in time with the music, and made it more fun. She gave a deep bow at the applause, and asked the assemblage if they wanted to hear more. Her question was met with a thunderous explosion of applause, and whistles. She punched the play button and the opening strains came on. She, again, threw her heart and soul into it. She stood stock still, using her hands to express herself, only. She intentionally drew out the last few words of the song, allowing her voice to break a bit to emphasize them. She was looking into Wayne's eyes as she sang, and saw that HE was just as touched as she was. She placed the mike in its holder, and stepped off the stage. "Pardon me, Folks. I have someone to speak to that is VERY important to me."

She went to the table to, again, find all the men standing for her. Wayne, however, took her in his arms, and kissed the dickens out of her. The room was silent until the kiss broke, as if the importance had hit them, as well, but as he released her from his arms, it was instant bedlam. She hardly heard the words he spoke to her. "Will you marry me. I don't want to live another second without you. PLEASE marry me, this very week." She was crying, as she answered. "I feel the same way! YES!!! I WILL marry you. THE SOONER THE BETTER!!!" NOBODY missed her reply, and a fresh round of applause broke out. They were immediately deluged by well wishers. The Manager brought them a bottle of champagne, and toasted the happy couple.

She went back on stage, smiling and dialed another song she had noticed. "The Wedding Bell Blues," by the 5th Dimension. Then she sang "Amazing Grace" as it, along with HER music, was in the machine. There were many misty eyes in the crowd as she finished it. She thanked the crowd, and returned to her table. The same greeting was waiting for her, along with a bouquet of roses. Red and white. She recognized the significance of the colors and bowed to the room. They decided it was time to make a retreat. Emotion was getting the best of ALL of them. After all, there was time for anything else, another time. They had overheard the men, earlier. THAT was why they had dressed as they had. To make it as interesting as possible for them, and anyone else who saw them. MAYBE, NEXT WEEK!!!

They started to go on home, but the evening was too good to end so quickly. Instead, the went across the county line to another place that they had heard of. IT was strictly ADULT entertainment. Just to be cautious, Wayne and Carl took a pair of derringers, and slipped them into their pockets. Seeing them do that, Essie and Julia checked their purses, to make sure that they had THEIR insurance. Both did. Darla wondered what was this place. They stopped out front, and Wayne and Carl went in to check the place, first. They were greeted by the sounds of a loud disagreement, so they got into the car and left. There was another place that Wayne had heard some of the men talking about, It was more of a roadhouse, than a honky tonk, Chub had told him that he and Allie went there sometimes, and they had amateur stripping, too. He admitted that it didn't take much encouragement to get Allie to go on stage, and strip naked. It did, however, sometimes take a bit MORE effort, to get her to dress, again He smirked and admitted, also, that the last time there, she had stripped at around 10:00 in the evening, and stayed naked until closing time at 1:00 in the morning. Then she had ridden home completely naked, flashing everyone they passed. They all agreed to go and give the place a look see. If Allie liked it, it must have something going for it.

They found it, easily, and parked nearly at the front door. Fair sized crowd inside from the appearance of the vehicles outside. They parked next to what they thought was Chub's pickup, and went in. They saw Chub as they walked in, with Zane sitting next to him, with Falina. They heard the music starting and looked up to see Allie striding onto the stage. She was wearing a denim skirt, a white blouse, and cowgirl boots. She had Chubs cap on to finish her dress ensemble. She danced to "My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys," kicking high at almost every turn, and making full use of the pole in the center of the stage. By the finish of the song, she had lost her blouse, and the straps of her bra were around her shoulders. She was wearing a see through bra, that showed her nipples and areola to her best advantage. Her nipples were rigid, and proud. Then "On the Road, Again" came on. Chub whispered that she was fond of Willie Nelson, and went back to watching his wife. By the end of THAT song, she had taken off her boots and stuffed her blouse, bra, and skirt into them. All that she had left was a pair of white bikini panties, which were thin enough to show her crease, owing that she was damp, judging by the wet place on their crotch. The music went on to another, even hotter piece of music. It was Z.Z. Top, playing "Eliminator." About a third of the way through the song her panties joined her other clothes, in her boots and she was showing why people addressed her as "ma'am." Nothing was held back.

She gave the show of a lifetime, allowing those near the stage to touch, and feel, her body, as they wished. This time, when the music finished, she bowed and picked up her boots, and returned to their table. She kissed and hugged all the new arrivals, greeting them by name. She was proving that she had a wonderful memory for names. She sat down, and chugged the beer that was in front of her, as a waitress came and delivered three more from admirers. The clothing was left where it sat. Even though she was a bit on the thick side, she had a beautiful shape to match a pretty face. She was what some would refer to as the typical corn-fed, country girl. Cute as hell, and just as friendly. They heard the music start again, and this time, it was Falina that came out on the stage,

She was dressed nearly the same as Allie had been, but in a cotton plaid skirt, a pullover blouse, and boots. She was dancing to slower songs, and was making a better production of disrobing. Her blouse came off, first, then her boots. The second song saw her shedding her skirt as she milked it for all it was worth, teasing the crowd. During the third song, which, it was revealed, was all the management allowed at one time, her bra and panties were placed in HER boots, like Allie had done. They all remembered that she had a thick, black bush, at the dinner they had seen her at, for the first time, and a trimmed bush the day she had been caught at the river, with Chloe, Zane, and Francis. Now it was completely shaved. Zane told them that one of their neighbors had commented that she was so lovely, that it was a shame to hide herself under all that hair. The NEIGHBOR had shaved her, and been thanked, appropriately. The "how" part was left to their imaginations. She finished her dance and joined the party, as well. The waitress came, again, this time delivering 6 big mugs of beer. The place only served beer and sodas, so it was the best that could be offered.

Essie had leaned over and had a whispered conversation with Allie, smiling, and giggling. She had excused herself, and went to the end of the bar to speak with the manager. A few seconds later, and he held a door open for her, and she went inside. He went to one of the three jukeboxes against the wall behind him, and punched some buttons on all three of them. Essie had appropriated a necktie from one of the men, and came out with it tied around her forehead. She smiled at the crowd, and told them, "I'm 3/4 Cherokee, and 1/4 Choctaw, so save your bets to buy drinks with." The strains of an old comedy song started with war drums. It was called, "Please, Mr. Custer." She had taken off her shoes and left them with Allie. She danced a war dance as the music played, and was soon missing her skirt. Then her blouse went with it. The second song was "Running Bear," and it saw her bra joint the other two garments on the edge of the stage. Her third song gave her the chance to show off her dance training as she performed many leaps, pirouettes, and a couple of full splits, one of which was done from a high leap. She made a stage whisper to a man that was nearest to the stage. "Please, Sir. Come rock me back and forth to break the suction." He came up and gently shook her shoulder. She immediately came to her feet, and kissed him, thanking him for being so kind. This drew a loud roar of laughter from everyone. As she came to her feet, though, her panties stayed, miraculously, on the floor. She bent over backwards, holding herself long enough for the house to get a good, long look at her landing strip. Then she balanced on the hands, her legs spread wide, long enough for everyone to see the pink pucker of her pussy. Her grand finale, was when she strode to the center front of the stage, and announced, "In case you didn't recognize the music, it was "Waltz of the Flowers," by Pioitr Tchaikowski. Thank You, for your time, and indulgence. For those curious souls among you, YES!!! I am a trained ballerina. Thank You." She picked up her clothes, and went back to the table. She smiled at Allie. "YOU'RE RIGHT!!! IT IS INTOXICATING. I'm gonna stay naked, too." Soon the table was covered in mugs of beer. Enough to get ALL of them drunk. The three ladies were having a wonderful night.

They noticed that Julia was gone, and Carl tilted his head to the end of the bar. SHE was talking to the manager. He opened the door for her, but only punched in two songs. The first was "Will You Still Love Me, Tomorrow." Julia came out, doing a waltz of sorts and still wearing her high heels. She danced with the music and slowly removed her blouse, and her skirt. The second song was a little faster song. It was, "My Boyfriend's Back", and saw her displaying all the good things she possessed to the crowd, accompanied by roars of approval. She was met by cries of "MORE, MORE, MORE." as she was stepping off the stage. She looked toward the manager, and shrugged her shoulders. He stepped over and punched in another song. "Fun, Fun, Fun", by the Beach Boys, came on. She danced, completely naked through the whole song. One guy even tried to get on stage with her, but was discouraged by a couple of burley bouncers, who escorted him back to his seat. When the music stopped this time, Julia bowed from the waist, and went past the man, stopping to give him a long soulful kiss, which he took advantage of, to get a feel of her tits and ass. The bouncers were coming so he didn't get a chance to put his finger in her, as he had wanted. She, however, put her own finger in her pussy, and slid it in his mouth. "ENJOY, SWEETIE!" she purred at him. She came back over and looked at Allie and Essie. "YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. IT FEELS GREAT!!!"

Darla had been sitting, watching the other ladies as they went on stage, and came back, to remain naked, at their table. She reached over and put her hand on Wayne's, lifting an eyebrow at him. It was her way of asking for his permission to do something. He smiled at her, and gave the barest of nods, and she left, going over to stand by the Manager's side. She reached inside her bra, to produce her ID card, showing she was of age, and he studied it, and her. She whispered in his ear and he nodded. He held the door for her, and she went inside, like the other girls had.

The first song came on as she entered the stage. It was an old song by Ed Ames, popular in the 60's. "My Cup Runneth Over." She danced much as Julia had, but in a more subdued manner. Nonetheless, she was soon in just her panties, bra, and high heels. All that was heard during her dance was some wise cracker, calling out, "HEY, LITTLE GIRL!!! YA WANT SOME CANDY!!!" It was followed by a loud smack, as some one, presumably the smart ass, being slapped. She smiled and looked in the direction the voice had come from, and blew a kiss to them, while nodding her head. Although her boobs weren't as big as the others possessed, her 34Bs drew all the attention, and compliments, that she could have wanted. There were a couple of comments about the bruise on her butt cheek, though. One suggestion that was heard, was that whoever had put it there, ought to be strung up, and hung from the nearest tree. She noted that commentator, and decided to give him a kiss, when she was finished. Her second song played, and it was "Unchained Melody," by the Righteous Brothers. As she danced, she mouthed the words to one of her favorite songs. It was if she was singing herself. During this song, her bra, which was see through, joined the other things. All she had left were her panties and her high heels. Her last song was another from the Beach Boys, singing "I Get Around. her ass and her breasts were jumping, until the guitar solo started. As her hands came down, her thumbs hooked the waistband, and she was naked. The crowd roared as loud, or louder than it had all evening. A smile of pure joy came to her face, as she heard the roar of approval. She put everything she had into the finish, doing a spin on one toe, and coming down on her knees, her arms up and spread wide, enhancing her breasts.

Hands were held out to assist her to her feet, and she kissed each of the people that had offered them. She gathered her things, and skipped her way to the guy that had suggested the rope and tree. She took him by the hand to stand in front of her, and, as he was VERY tall, stood on tiptoes to put her arms around him, and give him the best kiss she knew how to give. He had his arm under her butt to hold her up, and she whispered in his ear, "Reach between my legs. There's something MUCH nicer for you to feel of." Only those closest to them saw her open her legs, and direct his fingers as she gave him a second, and third, kiss, before being set on the floor. Not long afterwards. A groan went up as the five naked ladies, STILL quite naked, went out the door, waving to their fans. They were headed to Carl's house, to put the appropriate finish on the evening.