“I can see that you horny little fuckers don’t know the first thing about sex. You need someone more experienced to teach you. So, pay attention n...w, because I’m going to show you how a real woman fucks.”“Yes, Miss Conrad,” we answered in Unison.“Lick it,” Miss Conrad ordered, tapping her finger above her moistened slit.Jess and I looked at each other as if playing a strictly mental game of paper-rock-scissors. Finally, I leaned forward and kissed Miss Conrad’s swollen clit. Almost immediately,. "Revenge."The word I growled lit the amphitheatre like an explosion. Red and amberlights cast a menacing aura on the stage. The two dancers tugged andmoved away from me, taking the little black dress I had been wearingwith them. I was now clad only in a tight, short red dress thatshimmered with every move.A cheer reached me from the audience, but I was already preparing forthe first verse. As the frenetic pace slowed, one of the male dancersstarted slowly dancing with me. I started singing. It would never happen. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was over, the salmon runs were gone, and she had her husband back.She reached down over the side of the bed, fishing for her "smut basket" as her husband teasingly referred to it. Instead of finding her trusty butterfly and dog-eared copy of Slow Hand, her fingers brushed across a flap of mesh, then caught painfully. “You know why I’ve actually been coming to your games, right?” “I had a feeling,” said Charles. And just as she had imagined, Charles bent over to kiss Carmen. She kissed him back, roughly, and they descended together onto the floor of the locker room. Carmen loved the feeling of having Charles’ tall muscular body on top of her, and she pulled him tighter on top of her. He kissed her neck roughly and nibbled her ear, and the feeling of his five o’clock shadow against her skin excited her. In.