We chatted a bit and she asked what I thought of the place, I smiled and said, "It's a nice club, though very loud!" at which she smiled and said "You...should dance with me!"I shook my head no. "You know its not my thing." She smiled again, finished her drink, and then excused herself to the bathroom.I noted as she stood that a small trickle of sperm was winding down her inner thigh. She headed to the bathroom while I quickly got us another round. She returned a short time later looking. This was the 1980's and nearly all women had hairy pussies back then. I remember looking around at all these women with their hairy pussys, all slighly different in colour and in thickness.I also looked in amazement at their breasts, some small, some bigger, and then the women who had really big breasts, and also their nipples were all different types and sizes. I remember my auntie saying stop staring, but the women did'nt care, most of them were mums and they were'nt bothered. it was more. Please don't try to force me, Steve. I just can not say."I'd turned away from her; she'd sighed and left the room. The next day, I'd returned from work and she'd gone. She'd never had much 'stuff', but what she had, had all gone. She'd never done that before.I closed my eyes, trying to hold on to an image of her – tall, slim, hair a rich reddish brown, eyes grey/green; graceful, lithe and supple. A tear squeezed out from under my eyelid and I brushed it away angrily, found the whisky bottle and. “Clara? You should do something naughty while you’re still in Berlin.”“Like what?”“Something piss-related. I’ll send you some links,” Tammy said dreamily. “In the meantime, why don’t you join me in a threesome with Daisy Ridley.”***My session with Tammy had awoken something inside me; it reminded me that I was a sexual being with wants and desires and fantasies of my own. I decided that I’d turn one of those furtive fantasies into a wonderful reality, and in doing so make a kinky video to add.