He watched me lick my lips as he parted the swollen labia with his fingertips. He thrust firmly, with a long, steady twist, and buried half his hand i...side me. God was it tight!"I'm going to push my big fist right up inside your cunt!” He began to move his hand from side to while leaning into me at the same time.I leaned forward, grabbed his arm, and shrieked, "Aaahhhh Yesss, do it! FIST ME!!"He felt the magic of the moment, as my vulva spread right around his hand, milking it slowly. The. It was a huge stack of papers, probably thirty or forty single-spaced pages. The first page was short, “Honey, this is everything that happened that night, except one tiny omission I made that I’ll have to tell you about when I get home.”I lay that sheet aside and started reading. I read for the next forty-five minutes, all about the party; Michelle, Jeremy and two other couples playing strip poker together; about how horny she got; how she felt being undressed and the fun she had undressing. As soon as I was out the door, I heard her call in a deep, sultry voice,” Hey Stud, I’m over here. I want to talk to you.”She was standing in the far corner of the parking lot by my Jeep. Whether she knew it was mine or not, I didn’t know. As I started towards her, she asked in her slutty voice, ”What’s the matter? Don’t you like what you see?” Before I could answer her, she went on to say, “Come over here, you big sexy bastard, and tell me what I did wrong.”I said, “You’re a cop, and you’re. The entire room was a mess! –-cum-puddles, splotches of Pussy-juice and Vodka, bullet-holes, broken & dangling chandeliers, boobs hanging out here, sagging pussies and spread open legs there, snoring Russian peasant MILFs, large dangling cocks laying over the faces of sleeping women, bodies laid-out and intertwined –some even fell asleep with their hands up in the other women’s pussy-holes! It was a Bordello of Debauchery through-and-through.And the women could not have been happier.It was.