Hands caressed parts made naked. Breasts and chest. Asses. Cock and cunt. Until she was naked on her back and I was between her thighs, my glans being...guided to her moist sexual center.“Condom?” I managed to say between kisses.“Always before,” she said, and it was enough permission. I pushed myself into the warm, wet, lively place. Felt the press of it around my cock as I sank slowly deeper. Inch by inch. Thrust by thrust. It felt especially lively and especially warm. Each thrust aided by her. Ollie had very limited exposure to such sites although he had seen some porn before but pulled a chair up to watch the conclusion, “Wow Roger, she is cute” he sighed as we watching this guy ramming her in every hole and then when she started to suck his cock Roger turned to his young friend, “You ever been sucked?” he asked and without batting an eyelid Ollie replied, “Nope not yet”“Have you?” he asked and then realising Roger was married the answer was obvious.“You ever sucked another guy. "The three mistresses on the couch smiled."Mistress Jane was a loving dutiful wife until her slob of a husband started playing around with his secretary. He used to beat poor Jane too, the bastard. She was just 22 when he threw her out, penniless. She was a wreck, no money, forced into selling her body just to survive. And her husband married the secretary and had two darling little boys. Five years ago, Jane was in an institution - and was referred to me for treatment. I listened to her story. Beautiful women need not be sorry for the ways they affect the men around them. You have very much affected me.’ And the steel drums echoed and the dance floor pulsed, and the revelers rocked and swayed their hips and heads in time with the beat, and rum of myriad colors and proofs flowed like water from the fountain of youth. And in the center of the throng, wrapped in a bubble that blurred the edges and an embrace that was tight and comforting and alluring and completely unexpected, heart.