With the wind came the scent of candy apples and popcorn. I could see the carnival rides in the distance. Their lights surged on, and within my view, ... saw the tents. But they were not the obnoxious red and yellow circus tents. They were faded and in various hues of black, white, and grey. My eyes caught a shadow that moved within the maze of fabric. I felt like Alice following the white rabbit. Within the tents and booths arose a strange house. It was an old Victorian home but painted entirely. As I approach Sue lifts her head asking are we heading to the bedroom as I am so fucking horny after hearing such a fantasy like that I need to get fucked. Mrs Johnson getting up with Sue we all head back to the master bedroom. When we get there Joan heads over to the closet and pulls out a box, sitting it on the nightstand she pulls out a strap on, smiling at Sue, Joan says that she want to fuck her while her boyfriend fucks me. Snapping on a 7” rubber cock to the strap on, Joan pulls out a. 340. Susan swung a quarter of the way around the square and another block down a side street before pulling up in front of an older brick building with a large garage door and a pair of gas pumps out in front. A sign proclaimed "Frank's Standard Service."She shut off the engine and got out along with Bob. As they started towards the door, the sound of a compressor suddenly stopped and a few seconds later the lights went off in the service area. A man, about forty, came out of a small door,. I think their eyelashes had even gotten longer and with the tweezed brows... well! I just couldn't figure it out. We slipped into the new lightweight nylon pajamas we bought from that nice lady while we were window shopping at Gayle's Fashions, got into bed and put the lights out.That was another thing. As I was drifting off, I relived that incident. We had stopped in front of this small specialty shop. There was obviously only one woman on duty and the window was filled with well, a lot of.