A light cooling drizzle started to come down; it got faster and harder and we started to run to find shelter. Luckily there was a little shack just of... the fairway. As we ran I saw you look over at my breasts. They bounced up and down as I took deep breaths. The rain was dripping off my now messy soaked hair, down my face, down my chin towards my boobs. In the shack, it was warm and muggy but dry. I sat down on a bench that was inside and unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt in order to wipe. I then started to unzip my cargo shorts. I open the top of my boxer briefs freeing my cock. It flopped out the front of the opening. I heard a moan. "Mmmmm Mr. Kelly. Your big cock fell out. You should put that away before my husband see it." said Mrs. Ascot. "It's OK. Here give me your hand. You should feel how hard you made him. Your husband can't see. Go ahead play with him. You know you want to. Give me your hand. That it Brenda. Jack my cock. Show me how much you like young cock in your. "We're going to a party," mother said, "and you're coming with us."We drove to a street in a run-down part of town and entered a bar or nightclub. It seemed strange. The windows were permanently blackened and there was no sign on the outside. Inside a party was in progress.People were drinking, talking, and dancing. I didn't notice any men. And the women were all dressed as witches. "You should feel honored, sweetie," Margie said to me. "Except for you, there aren't any menhere. But then again. “Do you already have a room?” I asked, trying hard to concentrate on the driving. “One twenty-seven,” she replied. “Ground floor. External entrance.” The sign for the Sleepy Nest glowed white and green in the night. I pulled into the entrance and followed her directions, parking in front of the room. I shut off the car and climbed out, prepared to run round the back to open her door. She had already sprung away from the vehicle and stood at the room door, working the lock with her key. I walked.