Stella’s husband was a builder, who worked away in London the majority of the week. Once in awhile, mainly on a Thursday, they would visit the club ...or FUN. Occasionally they would come with their husbands, either separate or as two couples and knew their way around the place.Hazel did not have or intend to have c***dren, which accounted for her figure and tight vagina. She worked as a buyer and held a very senior position in a major UK clothing retailer based in the area. She had married. She not only could please his body more, she could please mine more, as well."Molly," Herman said hesitantly, "that was tremendous." He DID like sex with her better! "I'm sorry if I seemed a little distracted there once or twice, it's just that..." He paused, looking for the right words. "Well, what you called me... and the way you... it was... That is, you see, my wife... she..."Jane made my body sit up, and rolling over, she propped herself against his massive chest, gazing into his eyes.. "Afraid to disobey him, she did what he said, and his cock slipped inside her. On the second thrust, he was all the way in, and the look on her face was one of pain and discomfort. He continued pumping, and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was getting hot, but she hated what he was doing. The more he fucked her, the more he rubbed her clit and the hotter she got. As he unloaded his cum into her bowels, she felt the hot liquid coating her. With his final thrust, he squeezed her clit between. I laughed easily in my best female laugh which I had not practiced often. He apologized and I said it was okay, and he should relax, it was just the four inch heels I was wearing. Then I turned and asked him coyly if he was disappointed in my appearance and he quickly reassured me that he thought I was beautiful. I smiled and he thanked me and offered me a drink. I thought it might help me relax, so I accepted. Besides, why not take advantage of the hotel’s honor bar I thought? Brian, or his.