When she was moaning and writhing once more, he withdrew his fingers and worked them into her still wet tight little bottom. He added some more oil an... worked it in with his fingers.He withdrew his fingers and continued to massage her back gradually working himself back up her legs with every forward motion he made with his hands.Eventually his rigid member was nudging at the crinkly entrance to her bottom. As he applied a little oil to himself and increased the pressure slightly, he saw her. As he raised himself to rest on his knees, I could see his condom hanging heavily filled with what seemed like a quart of semen. Getting off the bed as he leaned over and gave her a playful kiss on the cheek, he exited to the bathroom and turned on the shower. My wife looking at me with dreamy eyes asked “did you enjoy the show?” I could only say it was a thousand times better than I ever thought it could be.For days after our meeting with Darren, thoughts of confusion ran through my head.. Titled "Joy Store".Innocent enough question, I thought.I was picking up my week's supply of papaya and bananas. I always loved the name..."Joy Store"...conjured images of acquiring things that brought me unbridled joy. Slightly illicit. More joy than was legal. More than you expected. Any more and it'd be i*****l.I mumbled something about pulling weeds and doing chores.She smiled. And licked her lips. Looked at me with a slightly wicked smile."I could use some help with 'chores' around. We won by three and by eight.I’d just come out of the men’s locker room and was feeling pretty hot. I was semi-erect and couldn’t wait to rub up against Lissa’s pussy before her match. She was taking extra time to cool down and stay limber before her match this evening, so I figured I’d go up and help Melody and Allison in the booth until she was ready for me.“Tony Ames,” a voice whispered. It came from the alcove where Lissa and I had made out. I spun and looked into the shadows.“Tony, can I.