Unfortunately it's for all the wrong reasons. All theright reasons as well if that makes sense, and frankly thatis what's bugging me. So thank you for...that!" She said"You're welcome." I said."Okay, here it is! That club your looking at is down town,near fifth and Berger. It's owned by a self proclaimedqueen... as in drag queen... She calls herself the Queen ofTarts."Those tarts she's referring to, and has a passion for, areadult little girls. You are looking at her on the leftthere, that other,. We were all dressed when we entered the hot tub. My wife and sister entered in their panties and bras and I went in with my underwear. I must admit my sister in law wasn’t wearing much of any underwear. I could see her shaved pussy very clearly and I commented on it. To my shock she stood up and took it all off and asked if I wanted a closer look? My wife and her Jyoti just laughed. I didn’t know what to say. My wife started playing with my cock and her sister asked if she was going to share? I. We were living a really threadbare existence, spending too much and in dept before the next wage packet. We were out one night drowning our sorrows and met this really flashy guy, he had been staring at me all night and towards the end of the evening, sent over a couple of drinks and my husband invited him over.We were tipsy and a bit loose mouthed, unloading on our financial woes when he offered me a part time job that was reasonable for a nights hosting at a club and I could keep the tips,. I'm not the only one with taste buds you know." So from that point on all of the tasting was done by the girls, off of the end of my erect cock. Those lasses were a lovely lot of lickers. And, this being a dream, I came and came and came, filling all of their mouths with my own special recipe sauce for afters. The weirdest bit of the dream was when whipped cream started shooting out of the end of my cock and the girls took turns to use me to decorate cakes. Finally the meal was prepared.