"She looked so bleak. I said, "I'm sorry, Celia. Maybe it's time to dosomething else. I've seen some signs for job openings." She said, "Idon't kn...w how to do anything else. And to cap it off, I have a $150/weekpill habit. Most working girls do. How would we do what we do if we'resober? I'm just a middle-aged whore, and will soon be an old whore,working the streets for $20 a fuck." At that, she did cry. Withoutthinking, I went over to her and put my arm around her shoulders. I. She looked at me and saw my penis at half-mast once again. “You’re already turned on, again?”, she asked. My penis was throbbing when she said, “Well you let me get myself off, so you can get yourself off”, Heather said before she covered herself with the blanket. My hand was on my dick again as I began stroking my penis, furiously. My hand felt so damned good on my aching cock!“Ooohhh! Aaaahh! YES! YES! OOOOOHHH FUUCCCKKK! , I heard my wife scream through the wall. Her orgasm was so. " I said kissing my husband gently on the lips before we got out of the car together feeling more than a little insecure myself.A tall burly black man wearing a nice suite and tie with a clipboard stood blocking the doorway."Name please?" "Brian and Vanessa." I said.Looking down at the clipboard he nodded stepped aside and opened the door.The rap music was louder than we first anticipated and at least thirty people mostly interracial white woman who were scantily clad with black men who were. I finger fucked her tight pussy slowly enabling her to reach orgasm.Her body was shivering; her middle body was going up and down. All this while, my dick was fighting inside my underwear, waiting to be unleashed. I kissed on her thighs and ankles. I lay down on the bed and asked her to unbutton my shirt. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest.She kept some of my chest hairs in between her teeth and tried to pluck it out. It gave me a slight pain but the pleasure was more. She kissed me up.