John ran the Grand Rapids home office. Her father died eight years ago and her mother resided in their old home in Chicago with her widowed sister."A ...enny for your thoughts," Chris said."My thoughts are worth more than a penny. Two cents now," she smiled up at him, wishing they were home watching a ppv movie on television or making love. She loved Oscar being in her. He was an accomplished lover and gave her the most wonderful unexplainable pleasureable feelings while making love."Inflation. Then slowly, as she slept, I slipped my dick inside the ass I loved so much. It was not rape cuz she did not say no, and I was not actually touching her skin. I did pull the straps off her shoulder so I could feel her breasts better. When my hands were full I began humping my Susan's ass hard. I could feel her clamping down on my dick. The nightie prevented me from getting in very deep but it was enough. The feel of silk on my cock, combined with the friction and warmth of her unbelievable ass,. It was the only strip-club in town.Despite our sexual openness, I was always uncomfortable at strip clubs and Jess knew it. I’m sure that’s why it was always her who insisted on going there. I can’t say exactly what bothers me about them; be it the bare vagina being bounced in my face in front of my wife (the King’s Court was full nudity), the fact that other strange guys were learing on, or the money involved, but invariably I would flush a deep crimson which seemed to encourage the strippers. "Well look at you!" she shot back. "What else am I supposed to think?" "If you're not a queer, then what are you?"At that point all I really wanted to do was to run away somewhere andhope the earth would swallow me up. But there was nowhere to go. I wasstuck there, and Cindy was right there with me. It was a moment beforeI was finally able to answer. The panic of the moment was still on me,but that little bit of hopelessness was starting to sink in. My voicecame out quiet and reserved. .