His thumb brushed her clit as his finger was buried, and other fingers touched her asshole. He touched something inside her, she didn’t know what, a...d he bent and nibbled on the insides of her thighs. It still wasn’t quite enough and she didn’t know what she should ask for: Faster? Slower? More fingers? More stimulation? –but she already felt so sensitive she could scream! She had to come somehow. She said, ‘I want you inside me,’ and she pulled him to a standing position. His jeans had a. As Dave stood in the corner of the kitchen he was wearing light brown trousers and a work shirt, he stood 5’7” a little chubby and probably about mid 50s in age. Donna was wearing her short nightie, no bra and blue knickers and seeing I was away at work I knew she’d be gagging for it. As they both stood looking at the drier the air was electrifying.Slowly Donna moved towards Dave and said “I wasn’t thinking about money” as she rubbed the front of his trousers, gently caressing him with her. It has two stories, several bars and a great selection of music which pulsated throughout the night. So we headed inside to the pulsating sounds emanating from the speakers .We sat back on one of the large sofas and enjoyed the club and its music. The large screen projected images of soccer as this little trip to the club was during the world cup in South Africa. It was a month where the whole country was partying. There was some close contact and unashamed snogging between us two. I was keen. Every cell of his skin felt scraped by the melting walls of heaven and hell. Finally, her lips closed on his. Their mouths opened, and as her tongue shoved into his mouth she took him like a stumbling angel, pushing his head back while her hips seemed to lose control of their own grace. She felt like two, separate bodies falling in opposite directions. She was saying something into his mouth, but the words evaporated on his tongue. Her lips moved away and his head snapped back upright. She.