As I was finishing the last sip the dancer who had been talking with me all night come over and invited me to go back to her place. At this point I st...rted getting a bit nervous and thought about the huge buttplug in my ass. I told her I needed to use the bathroom before we left, and thought that I would go in and dump my toy in the trash in the mens room, but she insisted that her house was only two blocks away and grabed my arm and led me out of the bar. At this point as we walked to her car. Too, he probably wouldn't be able to imagine that so many people could crave her hot body so much.She blinked up at Chris Hartmann as the chunky, hairy man kneeled between her opened legs, his massive shaft reaching out, its flanged head glowing and a clear gem of pre-seminal fluid dangling at its point. Once her husband had felt sorry for her; Marshall had said so, bitterly, the day he told her he was going to get a divorce. Now she felt a little sorry for him in turn; if he was standing in. Her sexual lips were no longer tight together. They didn’t look quite so virginal. I couldn’t help but remember that I had ejaculated into that pussy the night before. There was no visible evidence of that, other than that her plump labia were parted enough to expose a slit of darkness, as if I’d cracked them, broken them, so that they no longer closed properly.I only had a glimpse of all that, though, because it only took Karla maybe ninety seconds to get fully dressed - including her. “What's wrong, David?” I asked. “Listen, Beth,” he began his explanation, an obvious hesitation in his voice, “are you sure you wanna do this? Shouldn't you be going home? I mean, it's true what you said earlier. I'm old enough to be your father. I don't think your parents would approve of this. Have you even informed them that you're still in my house?” His words put me back into my place. They hurt me a bit, let me feel as if I wasn't the aim of his desires anymore. I was back to being the.