We attend the club on a fairly frequent basis, two or maybe three times a month, sometimes just to socialise and others to partake in sexy antics with...other members. It was Monday evening and we were due at the club on that Friday, and we wanted to raise as much money as we could but still had not come up with a decent idea.Out of the blue Jaq got excited. "How about we set up a glory hole to raise some cash?" she suggested.We had a discussion and decided to give it a go. We contacted the club. . That's on your body!!! Marriage ties the knot. Now with that being said, if you except the request and think you too much to speak, Im'ma delete your ass!! OUT DA GATE I ain't ga lie more woman does be in da number house then man. And ya wonder why da chirren lost. If ya can't depend on da pa and da ma spinnin all day and night what da hell you expect from the chirren. Da chirren home hungry and da man out with he sweetheart. I does wanna get a tamarind switch and go to every number house. The following week went quickly with little to no discussion. Things seemed normal, yet I was full of questions. When my wife announced the reoccurring, scheduled Book-club night at Connie’s, I seized the opportunity to ask:“What don’t we plan to get together with Connie and Stan this weekend?" I asked, hoping to see them again and fish for San’s impression of ‘Book-club’.“I’ll ask her tonight” my wife replied. “Is that what you’d like?”“Sure” I quickly shot back. “They’re nice and we haven’t. I rolled it around, fascinated by the delicate little eggs inside. The skin was smooth and completely hairless. After exploring it thoroughly, I let go of it and felt his little pubic hairs, teasing them with my fingers. Then he said he wanted to rub himself against me. I told him OK, but not to squirt any baby juice since Id heard horror stories about swimming sperm that could crawl up a girls leg, into her vagina, and get her pregnant. He promised he wouldnt and we shifted position slightly.