‘I want you.’She took my hand and led me from the dance-floor, past the bar towards the back of the building. There was a short corridor and at th... end of it there were three doors; on the right there were the male and female toilets. Muffled voices were coming from both of them. On the left there was a door with an ‘Admission Reserved to Personnel’ sign on it. Jenny opened the door and pulled me in with her.The door opened onto a utilities room with a toilet and wash basin in the far. Am I not good enough for you anymore, who are YOU wanting to hook up with, and what are you doing? We had had a threesome here or there in the past, but they were always spontaneous, and never intentionally sought out. My initial impression of those in the lifestyle was probably a little close-minded, but fully based on negative ideas presented to me by those, not in the lifestyle, not based on the truth. I had always thought that those in the lifestyle chose to be in the lifestyle as a way to. Tom's lips, tongue, and teeth went to work immediately, searching out the hidden places in his wife's pussy that needed his attention. Her clitoris got its share of the action, of course, and soon she shuddered into the first of the several orgasms she would enjoy today. She ground her bottom over Tom's face, aware that she might be nearly smothering him in the process, and his face glistened with the generous flood of her pussy juices that had thoroughly soaked it."I suppose you enjoyed that,". "Don't you want me to move?" she asked breathlessly. "Aren't you getting tired?" Johnny shook his head, smearing his lips into her juicy pussy, kissing at it, but not licking. He understood his mother had been satisfied, thoroughly satisfied. This was his first taste of cunt, and he didn't wantit to end, not yet. Peggy remained there, squatting in her son's face. Johnny caressed her ass, kissing at her pussy, kissing the inner surface of her crotch, licking his tongue into the wet hairs on.