Wanted me to share his story, so here it is!Poke her night.Five years ago, my friend Bryan and I met two lovely ladies at the bar on a Friday night, t...ey were very keen on us, and share our passion for poker. We played for small change at the bar, where Bryan won the pot. The two women, one blonde and the other brunette, the blonde is called Sharon and the brunette Lynda. They were both thirty-two. Sharon had deep green eyes that wrinkled when she laughed, her nose was dainty. Lynda had. I was trying to concentrate on that, but it was difficult because of the extreme pleasure I was feeling from Steve's tongue and fingers.The blow job was a bit awkward in that position, so now I knelt on the bed with Steve licking me from behind. Gunner's cock stood proud as he lay down, and now I could give it my best attention.We stayed in this position for ages. I was loving what Steve was doing to me, letting out little gasps and moans. Gunner was saying some lovely things about what I was. He kissed her deeply then quickly shed his underwear and knelt between her legs on the rug. He teasingly rubbed the head of his throbbing shaft up and down the lips of her wet mound. He pressed the head into her then withdrew it, then pushed it back in and pulled it back out several more times, making her beg for it.She moaned loudly as she said, "Please Jack! Please make love to me now! I want you so bad right now!"He positioned his shaft at her leaking opening, grabbed her hips with both. ‘What are we listening for?’ Julie said. ‘Man.’ We listened again. Nothing but mother nature at rest and at peace with herself. Julie squeezed my fingers. ‘You are man. I am woman. The world is ours alone.’ I laughed. ‘Yeah. Out here it seems that way. Come on, let’s be on our way.’ Another couple of miles and we could see the loch ahead of us. A mile or so further and we were walking alongside it. I began to look for somewhere to stop, and finally spied a tiny little meadow. It couldn’t have.