"Shut up! I, I don't like, I'm scared of the dark. You try being four foot ten and see if you don't get scared," Scarlet complained.
"Thought you were five feet," Glen taunted as the backup generator kicked in and the swirling lights and booming music started again.
"Shut up!" Scarlet demanded, even sticking her tongue out at the pudgy old man.
The twenty got her out of her thong and Randy agreed; Scarlet did enjoy dancing. Her plump pubic mound was capped by some carrot orange sprigs and he could see her inner lips peeking through, plump and slick with moisture.
"Want a lap dance?" Scarlet asked, kneeling in front of him at the lip of the stage, running her fingers over her aroused n*****s.
"Maybe later," Randy smiled, finishing his drink.
""Know what?" I, I'm getting hungry," Glen
