She wraps her hand around his erection. Her hand goes up and down and manipulates his foreskin back and forth over his glans. His knob is wet and slim... with his secretions and his foreskin moves easily.“That feels bloody wonderful.”“I don’t want you to go home with a boner like that being wasted. Come on back up.”I shoot out of the car like a cannon going off. I assume I am to go too.Inside her apartment, she leads us into her bedroom. The three of us undress. She lies on her back on the bed. She leaned back and fished for his rod, she wanked him some more. He pushed a strap of her dress over one shoulder, then the other. It was very quiet in the room, we all wanted to see her surrender her clothing without a battle. He pushed down the top of her dress slowly and suddenly as if in triumphant arrival her perfect breasts appeared nipples stiffer than I have ever seen them before. He waited to touch them so the video could get a close up of how erect her nipples were. The camera man. Hearts opened one of the cases displaying an autographed No. 7 Mickey Mantle jersey. She took the pins out of the jersey, pulled it off its mount and slid it on, buttoning one or two buttons in front as she strode toward King. King was perched on a bar stool with a glass full of vodka, watching with a look of misery. The Doors were now playing “Touch Me.” Hearts strode up to King and backed her bare ass up to his lap, pantomiming an amazing lap dance without ever actually touching him. She. So I was looking forward to some real pussy!I drove in my car to a bar in the seedier side of town. I knew my chances of getting laid was far higher in this part of town. The seedier the joint, the looser the women. After entering the place bought a cold beer and settled down at the bar. I scanned the room and my eyes were met by this hot blonde girl. She was a little young - must have been about 18 or so - but she was fucking hot. She had a tight t-shirt on and her nipples were poking through.