While they were speaking, Cheryl and Daphne had shed their clothes, as well, and were helping Mr. Goldman get his schlong buried in Lucy’s tight pus...y. |t was leaking copious fluids and seemed to draw him in.“I assumed that you were still a virgin, my dear”, he said as he began pounding a pussy he had never dreamed of actually gaining access to.“Not since yesterday and I’m trying to make up for lost time. It is a good thing nobody could tell me how good it feels when I was younger. That would. It was now about eleven o’clock and there were small groupings of people scattered around, some of them enjoying their conversations, others who seemed to be doing nothing more strenuous than staring into space. Maybe they were thinking of the widows and orphans they’d screwed this week.I can’t say I care much for lawyers, despite my wife being one.Two couples had found music they liked and were now dancing.I couldn’t see Sherry in any of the groups, but she might be in the kitchen checking on. They weren’t legally permitted to walk outside topless, but in this part of town, no one was going to stop them. Today they came with the girls because they had been summoned once again to Danny’s office. They were apprehensive about what they’d find there.The Landing Strip has a wooden fence around the dumpsters in the back, which opens up on both sides. Employees have to pass by the ripe pissy-beer swill smelling garbage to go inside through the backdoor. The assault on your nose before you. You’ll just never believe what happened.” “I probably won’t, but tell me,” I said. “The next morning, my phone got hacked,” he said. “I lost all of my phone numbers, messages, email and apps. I had to get a new phone number.” “Uh huh,” I said, not believing him. “Ask Kellie,” he said. “She’ll tell you that she heard every curse word in three different languages come out of my mouth for at least three days. What she won’t tell you is that the thing I was swearing about the most was not being.