Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar." A guitar I see, do japan you play?" She asked as Melody finally let her hand go. Melody chuckled." Not as well as you." She answered. She looked at her asian watch, "Oh lord! It's six already, would you like to stay here tonight...?" She turned red. "I mean will you like to hang out tonight, perhaps have supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and John?" She stammered. "That sounds nice; sure I've no other plans, what's for dinner?" Arleen asked. "I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That's normally the summer fare around here, you've already had your daily burger, or we could send John for subs from Subway or for a pizza if you're really hungry." "Salad and ice cream sounds perfect, need Asian Girls any help getting it ready?" Arleen asked. "Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I'll take it down to the bar, and bring the two love birds down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars drop by even though we aren't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any sense." Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to find more than a few people had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by japanese doing a cover of Gary Allan's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with Juice Newton's 'Angel of the morning' before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss' 'You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties. She leaned into the mike. "Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I'm Arleen Armstrong, I'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great time. I don't mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I'll play it." She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle's 'Hotel California' on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered. She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and John. "That was really cool, Arleen, thank you." Thelma said. "It wasn't necessary, but it'll be great publicity for Japan Sex when we open. I'll put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that's ok?" She asked before continuing, "I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and chill with Mel, she'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that's ok?" She said. “Yes, my Daddy used to take me to a woman he worked with; I think she was his supervisor at work or something. She led him back to the bedroom and crawled into bed, leaving room for him to join her. And that wasn't easy. I laughed a little at her. "No, not really," he said. Witchweed. The signal Asian Girls is on a scramble, shouldn't take too long." She felt every ropey stream of his cum as it pulse into the deepest part of depraved cunt. “Wicked slave,” Master said, such fondness in his tone. “Kevin, if I was with you, you know what I would do? My cunt has been itchy for many days now. Now she covered for me. She understood. Alex’s perky nipples dug into Dawn’s polyester shirt, and she let out a soft satisfied sigh. “Oh, I dunno,” Kelly grinned, slipping her fingers back japan down between her legs. I was just going by, I think it was, japanese Ramona’s Japan Sex or April’s suggestion as to the number of hidden rooms. asian “I’m betting that you’re going to say no.” She said with a disappointing tone making me smile as I looked in her eyes.