Fortunately not all of them saw anything.Naturally I lubricated and it was shiny. I felt slutty as hell and I loved it. He guided me into a corner of ...he dance floor. Once we were there he began to fell me up. I was couldn't help it, I had an orgasm just from his hands on me. Even that was better than masturbating alone.He wasn't through with me yet. He turned me toward him and said quite loud to be heard over the music. "Take it out," I shook my head no. "Take it out bitch." he said very. Goddamn she was moist, her pussy juices nearly soaking through her jeans. I unbuckled her belt, and removed her jeans. I took her panties off, and tossed them aside. She had a sweet looking pussy, and the perfect amount of hair, it was well groomed. Now I need to see if it tasted as sweet as it look.And boy did it. I sucked on her clit, teasing her. She pushed my face in deeper. Using a trick I'd done often, I began to vibrate my lips. This sent her wild. She was moaning so loud, I thought the. Little did I know that as soon as I taking the wine and her looks made my cock rock hard and bulge thicker. She whispered in my ears saying she had put a viagra in my drink.She wants to suck it for the whole day, and drink my cum and make love to the core. She came near me and she kissed my lips. We were biting each other lips and smooched for a long time. Her sexy kinky look, her kiss, and words made me go mad. I carried her to the bedroom.She was ready to destroy me with her molten fire. Written on an ancient Roman wall was the Latin phrase, “Omnia a****lia post coitis miseriae sunt.” You can translate it on line if you wish. There is truth in it! There is a moment of sadness when the climax ends. You have to come down from that high.The sadness was deepened by a simple fact. Men were scared off when they realized I had c***dren and feared the responsibility and their loss of flexibility. So, the sex might have been toe curling, but my world was left empty when the orgasm was.