Heck, just being here in this super exclusive club was almost a miracle. My wife and I had reserved this night to go dancing and bar hopping and she h...d metamorphosed herself into a cross between a society lady and a closet slut. She was not just attractive; she was the quintessence of the fusion of femininity and blatant sexuality. She knew what she was doing and she feasted on the admiration of the men in her vicinity as well as the envious looks of some of her less blessed sisters. My wife. You pull the cap off with your teeth and scribble a message on a stray beer mat. ‘Ladies room, 5 minutes’ ‘Hey!’ you boldly shout over to the barman, taking the last swig from your drink, you realise you need the dutch courage for what you are planning and you hand him a note to cover the cost of your drinks. Your eyes fall down to you empty glass and he smiles, picking it up. You notice his eyes dip to read the note and you take it as your cue to leave. You quickly make your way to the. " Mark smiled as he put down themoney and plucked a piece of his wife hair from his shirt to tie aroundthe doll. As he rubbed the doll's sex with a finger, Karen sat in thesalon and felt her self starting to get wet.Upon getting home, Mark continued to play with the doll while Karenwent about her housework. Karen found the experience better than anydildo she had tried in her life. They only stopped in the afternoonbecause their daughter, Susie was coming home from pre-school.While Karen started. It took hardly any time for us to get naked, and then one of the boys had a bright idea: mass eating-out. Show me the girl who would say no! All dozen of us were soon draped on the couches, chairs and rug, and the boys had their faces buried between our legs.Rick once asked me why did most girls get this goofy grin on their faces when guys took their tongues down there? I wasn't aware that he was looking at my face. And as for the grin, well, it's kind of hard to explain. Let's just say it.