The thick cock (2)

We suddenly felt hands on our shoulders, guiding us to our individual seats. Pulling the chair carefully away from the table, we fumbled around, trying to find our bearings. I felt confused and lost, my sense of touch, smell and taste heightened at the loss of my vision, and I suddenly noticed Morgan’s Jasmine perfume, and the smell of raspberry emanating from Megan’s lip-gloss. “Wow,” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed with the sounds and smells around me. “This is insane.” The girls giggled softly, and I felt their hands reaching for me. “I’m on your right and Morgan’s on your left,” Megan replied, holding my hand tightly. “Got it,” I replied, still trying to find my sense of direction. I heard voices whispering around me; the air filled with a sense of peaceful ambience. My imagination soared as I envisioned the patron’s around us, using their whispers to determine the layout of the room. The familiar sound of our waiter caught my attention. “Good evening,” he replied in a voice barel