Pretty much every night those panties would be slipped around my ankles so I could spread my legs and rub my clit until I came hard trying not to scre...m. My favourite though was to have my knickers around my ankles and humping my pillow. Oh jeez, I loved that! The hours I must have spent rubbing my mound, just grinding away onto that pillow, making my metal bed frame squeak slightly. That WAS my favourite until I discovered just how much I loved the feeling of a rough dog tongue lapping away at. You have been losing your marriage for a long time and your worried what your hubby might be thinking. I had the most wonderful time last night. Talking, eating dinner and of course the sex with you was fucking incredible.’ I got up from my chair and pushed my door closed all the way and as got closer to Sandy she started to back up and was about to talk. ‘I….I’ I grabbed her hair forcefully and pulled her closer and laid a deep and passionate kiss on her lips and she happily took my tongue. This booth gets a lot of action. One thing I’ve learned is that, just about every one who frequents these arcades is either a cocksucker, or cocksuckee. And the trademark of both of these types is that they invariably will stoop down low and look through the glory hole. And almost all of these guys look as straight as an arrow. I rarely see any ladyboys, like me. So, that being said, when I see a guy stooping low to check out the glory hole, I assume he’s a cocksucker, and therefore. It was almost like he was avoiding me. So I respected his choice... but I took notice.One day... he noticed me. I was at work early for once. It was an ordinary day, other than the fact that I was early. So I decided to use my extra time to my advantage and go to the sub basement for back-up bar supplies that I usually steal from the kitchen. As the elevator door opened, he stood there. I guess great minds think alike because he had a cart of kitchen supplies with him. Made sense, he.