"Nope," I snapped. "Booooorrrrrinnng. That doesn't do anything for me. And to tell you the truth most of them are the same in the dark anyway. Pussy i... pussy. What really turns me on is convincing your dull, plain as grass, fat assed little wife to meet me and do the nasty in a cheap sleazy hotel while you're out playing golf or at work.I just love the thought of how guilty she feels when she goes home to you wondering whether or not she took enough showers to get rid of my scent or douched. ”“What?” I said dumbly. “What did she tell you?”“Oral sex. Penetration. Even the special things we did that most people don’t.” She paused and her face grew stormy.“What has she got that I haven’t?” she growled. “She’s young, that’s all. So young that I put her over my knee and bloody spanked her like I used to when she was little. You should try it some time, I think she likes it.” She was trying to be two things at once: the victim and the gracious senior who can’t be hurt. Trouble was, I. This time I tried some swing dancing, or what we used to call jitterbug or fast dancing. We joined into a stroll, did the calypso and danced all the slow ones. I was alternating between Misty and Cherry. Whoever I wasn’t dancing with was back on the dance floor with another guy quickly. Misty did her best to get me hard by rubbing her pubic mound into me. Cherry rubbed equally as hard but was a lot shorter than Misty, so she was rubbing her tummy against my fly and pushing her bullets into my. I can tell by the way he's swelling inside of my wet pussy that he's close, and I feel absolutely certain that that will tip me over a new precipice too. I'm wetter than I've ever been. Her eyes stay fixed on mine, stroking my breasts, my face, my hair. "I want you both to come for me. Will you be a good girl and come for me now?" I nod between moans. I'm lost to the pleasure of her voice, her face and the pounding between my thighs. Great waves of pressure build up in my pussy and I can feel.