"I guess water's no good for it," she said."No," the Printer said when he found his voice."How do I get it off?" the Redhead asked, holding up the ink...smeared breast and touching the gummy ink with her fingertips."Benzine," he said. "I'll get you some." Leave it to you," said the Brunette, walking past her friend and into the washroom. "You might as well throw this blouse away," she added from inside."Boy, am I dumb," said the Redhead.The Printer returned to her, a can of benzine in one hand, a. ..it's what I like!!!Mark told me about a Gurls Night Out in one of Glasgow's main gay bars Delmonicas in the Merchant City area of the town, we arranged to meet in the Horsehoe bar in the city centre on the Saturday of the party night. Told my wife I was meeting up with a old pal, going to see a band and crashing at his that night.We meet in the bar, looking like two mates having a beer, not two guys who a short time before had been having amazing gay sex.After a couple of pints, mainly to. You feel the force of their cocks and you feel them being tightened by your asshole and pussy muscles as they squeeze their cocks. You feel a pulse and feel both of them cum inside you. The load they cum is massive that you hope they finished, but the one who had his cock in your ass takes himself out and begins to put lube on his cock. The one with his cock in your pussy lays down on the ground and you begin moving up and down using your hips on his cock. You feel the movement of him sliding. “It’s all right, Sixty-nine. Some other time, okay?”I nodded, “For sure, Lars. I promise.” And I reached up and kissed him.And we did – at a later time, when I made sure he knew how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness. As time went on, I was taken out of the Club, typically with a trainer. In the early days, it was meant as a trial. I would either have Ben-Wa balls, or a remote-controlled vibrator in my vagina. I was told categorically that I was not to cum, and then the trainer and I would.