Elton John may have sung that “Saturday Night’s alright for fighting” but Friday night was for fucking. The thrill of the hunt, the excitement o... the chase, as I closed in on my prey, I’d give that little smile as I looked into their eyes, my teeth biting my bottom lip as I ran my eyes over them.I was in good shape. I ran four mornings a week along with gym sessions and as I stalked towards my prey in my little black dress and heels, I could see them melt. It wasn’t like I was some kind of. I slowly took off the remaining garments of clothing I wore until I was buck naked with the exception of my socks. He too was wearing only his socks and fully erect. He slammed into my tight lil' pink asshole over and over again. Doggystyle to sideways. Missionary to bouncing me. He ran deep up in me for hours. Finally, as I lay on the coffee table, my ass hanging off the edge, he announced he was going to blow his load. "Where you want it, baby," he asked. I told him it was up to him, but I. It looked almost like a gymnast's pommel horse, but it was shorter by a foot. The real difference, however, was that instead of having two hand bars, this "horse" sported two eight inch long hard rubber dildos that stood proud and thick just waiting to be mounted by two willing females! A fury was slowly slipping out of control in Bobbi's young pussy so with a hoarse whisper she croaked, "Let's give it a try!!!"On very wobbly legs both twenty two year olds got to their feet and gingerly made. He was probably not yet 25 years old. Nadine brought me a drink and asked me if I'd brought my bathing suit. I told her I had but that I just wanted to sit for a few minutes and then I'd put it on....even though I had it on under my clothes. After a couple of sips of my drink I got up to go inside. When I got into the kitchen I told Nadine that I'd be right back. She asked where I was going. I told her that if I'm going to drink that I need to smoke and that I didn't bring any.