” “What am I doing here?” Paul asked himself, suddenly feeling he was a stranger in a strange land, then looked around the room, noticing severa... booths were occupied by bikers smoking, drinking and laughing. In the rear, three guys were playing pool, while two others were throwing darts at a board on the back wall. Several stools away from him, four men wearing tight black T-shirts, jeans and boots glanced at Paul, chuckling and shaking their heads as if seeing something pathetic, then went. We ate lunch together at school once or twice each week, discussing diets and nutrition for swimmers. We were a pair, but never a couple, when I stopped swimming to concentrate on my school work, it was Em that I missed more than anything. We still met and talked in school of course, but within the year I was off to university and in terms of our being so close, that was just about that. *************** I was married for almost nine years, six of them very happy, three of them increasingly. ? I could see a bulgehappening in quite a few pair of jeans that night as I shook tight body to andfro, and raising up my arms and dancing ?round and round ?like a slut without a? fear in the world.? All I had on were the heels I?d been wearing? with myoutfit at the party and my newly formed?18 year old birthday suit. I got on my step father?s friend John?s lap completely nakedand started grinding my wet and horny pussy into his jeans to the tune of DonnaSummer?s Love to Love you Baby.? I was. I thought I fucked hard, but Clair fucked harder. Her pussy slipped into my opening. Mine slipped into hers. She held off cumming for as long as she could. Her body would leave mine for precious seconds holding back, but it could barely stand the absence. Contact. Sweet contact again. When she finally let us cum, frantically moaning and moving up and down on my pussy, it was hard and sustained. After long minutes, she collapsed on me. Tears flowed as she thanked me and kissed me.