Sandy was one of them, and I watched with fascination and lust as she danced, bent over in front of him (black lace thong!), and rubbed her ample clea...age on his lap and face. Eventually the fun was over and people moved on to other things.I went over to Sandy, offering her a drink. "You moved like a pro on that pole. I was enjoying the show quite a bit. Want to give me a private dance?" She blushed beet red, but she also smiled and moved a little closer. She looked around, noticing that. She had a beautiful neck; it was one of the first things that attracted him to her. He could still remember the first time he saw her. It was her neck that he saw. More precisely it was her throat, rising gracefully from the high lace collar of her fitted blouse. She was selling kisses at a booth. Fund raising for something or other. That was the second thing that attracted him. She was always trying to help. Great causes, small causes, famine in Africa, kittens in the pound. It didn't matter.. I kicked off my shoes and we met at the blanket. Like her body, her lips were soft and ample. We stood toe to toe, kissing, probing and exploring. Wendy undressed me, methodically, neatly stacking my clothes in a pile next to the blanket. The dress was shortly added to the pile. “This is what I want,” she whispered, gripping my cock in her hand and stroking gently. She moaned as I leaned down to bring her nipples to full extension. Together, we unrolled a rubber on my cock and kneeled to the. . you know what I mean... I was all chilled. sitting there feeling ashamed of what I'd done... all bare legs... ballet pumps... dress up at my ass... my little, now all soft and wrinkled cock, still slightly dripping of cum onto my panties... like a total slut... a total mess. He started to unzip his trousers and said " now its my turn ".He took out his cock and pointed it at my mouth... "take it" he said. So I opened my mouth and he forwarded into my face. he stood there rocking back and.