Benny was about to kiss her again when she asked if the other young women were all whores. “What gave it away?” he chuckled. “Hey, it’s not ...ike I’m some kind of expert on cheap, sleazy sex shows and third world hookers,” she admonished. “Not like you.” “I should hope not.” “Well,” she crooned, “I think I should be your whore tonight. If all those ugly old men get to have whores then you should, too.” “Geezus, Carla, you’re…” Suddenly a short, stocky man approached them and asked Benny. It tasted of her pee."Did you enjoy it daddy?" she asked. "I hope so, because you're going to have some more sometime during the rest of the evening. Do you like the looks of my dark brown stockings and silver colored garter belt? Eight garter straps to keep the seams on my stockings straight. Don't ask me. No. I didn't wear any briefs or DK's this evening because I was thinking only about having you play with me. Now, let's get into bed so I can get warm next to you and play with your long. I got up to him and put my cock on his ass as i looked down, and then, i grabbed my cock and pushed it inside of him as we both let out moans together. I pushed my cock inside of his tight gay asshole and watched as it consumed my cock. Inch by inch i got in him as he begged me to keep going. I grabbed onto his ass and hips as i leaned into him and i started thrusting. I started fucking his tight little asshole as i felt it grip onto my cock. "Oh fuck yes... I haven't had dick in so long... ". So often my impetuous nature had been steadied by her perception and good sense. But I had to convince myself that this time she was wrong — or might be. I’m afraid I’d fallen for Alex Morton, hook, line and sinker as they say and I didn’t want to listen to any advice, no matter how prudent and well-meaning it was intended… not if it put a downer on a my latest romance. If it had just been a matter of looks, (and he was gorgeous) it wouldn’t have been so bad. But Alex was a charmer, witty and.