I'll be with you if I'm here while you meet the rest of the regulars. You'll be amazed at the variety of people that are there."The pure white-haired ...oman said, "I was surprised that none of the men even stared at me. I think some of the women were more interested than the men."I chuckled and said, "There does seem to be a lot of the women who enjoy the company of other women. There is one militant lesbian couple, but even they are friendly to me, though they've warned me off flirting with. Mom: That wouldn’t be professional, girl, and you know it. Still. Ugh. Fuck. Talking about it didn’t help. Service me, Adriana.Adriana: With pleasure, mistress.Adriana kneels before Mom and begins working on the hairy cunt that is offered to her. Mom is already dripping wet, judging by the slurping sounds coming from Adriana’s eager mouth.Mom: That’s it, little fuck slut, lick me clean. Bury your tongue inside my slit. Deeper. Deeper.Adriana bends backward, and mom stands on her face.Mom: Don’t. Men don't wear panties, they wear boxers or briefs or underwear." She tried to look serious, but failed miserably. "Of course, I'm sorry. But I read somewhere that some men like to wear women's panties under their jeans, something about the feeling of the lace or silk over their cocks," she said innocently. Have you ever worn sexy girl's panties, Jerry." I blushed profusely at her question and looked down at the ground. Well, more accurately, looked down at her pretty feet. "OMG, Jerry! You. How could a woman take such a thing, it seemed it would split Monique open. It lay menacingly like a great log along the slit of her crotch, the two round globular balls dangling down wickedly at the upper base. She could see the foreskin slipping back as he slid it down along her wide-spread buttocks, the red blood-filled head bursting forth like some primeval monster crawling evilly from its lair.Jean stood transfixed, she was unable to take her eyes from the lewd spectacle in front of her..