We turn frantically into a sixty nine, mashing our dripping cunts into each other's face, she's unbelievably wet and writhes beneath me as I lap hungr...ly at her juices and she worms her tongue into my soaking hole!."Do it cunt" she gasps, "Do it for me, fucking do it!"As if it's timed to perfection, we relax our bladder muscles at the same time and flood each other's mouth with our hot, golden urine. We drink every last drop of the beautiful, tangy liquid as we shudder to orgasm, then turning. . . in . . . MEEE!’ ‘OH YES, YOU FUCKING SLUT!’ I responded, releasing my load to cannonade against her cervix. ‘Yes. Yes, yes! Call me a slut again!’ ‘You slut, take my spunk!’ I cried out, too weak by this point to do anything else. She continued to pound back at me until her body trembled and shuddered as another powerful climax finally silenced her. Panting heavily, Mrs. Bentley rested for half a minute then struggled up on her elbows and reached down to the last remnants of spunk oozing. I was grinning as I walked downstairs into the main area of the club. The place was already reasonably full, not overflowing, just full, which is how I like it. And the first thing that I noticed was... they guys. Now that's pretty unusual for me, but in this case it was natural because the guys were all wearing kilts. Just like me. There was a pretty fun atmosphere in the club.I went to get a drink and then found myself somewhere to sit next to a blonde forty-something big-boned, big-boobed. That wasn’t sexy though and I’m sure it would be with you.’ My free hand settled just below my breast and I could feel every fluttering heartbeat in my chest. Every time it seemed to settle or slow it’d take off again. It wasn’t a wholly unpleasant feeling because while I was still nervous I was even more excited. Brian was patient and kind and this was going to happen. ‘If I were there I’d want to trace my fingers down one of your cheeks to the hollow of your throat. I’d slide one finger over.