Her orgasm was impressive to say the least, both in her writhing and the inarticulate moans that were now slowly coming to an end. She left marks on m... arm and the back of my neck where she'd grabbed them in her passion. I was glad that they were the only thing she could reach to clasp. Now she, eyes still closed though the flannel had long since fallen off, was running her hand up the front of my bare leg. She stopped when she reached the moist head of my fully aroused cock, now peering out of. This last time we went out a couple of months ago and found the "right guy" As we made small talk she mentioned that she likes to dance but I dont, and after a few drinks ask him up on the dance floor, he was already probably more than half drunk,immediately on the dance floor he pulled her in close and was feeling all over her ass, they came back to the bar after the song was over and my wife gave me a wink and a thumbs up. this night she was wearing a dress with out panties since she knows. The Night Owl guys, who were all primarily younger, some even teens :-), all voted for me to dress like a sexy, hippy, boho MILF. The Early Bird guys were mostly older and voted for me to dress like a slutty schoolgirl. The Afternoon Delight crowd consisted of all kinds of guys and they had voted for a sexy cowgirl outfit. And for the Main Event, I was to wear one of my favorite outfits: gothic punk slut!Shortly after the sun went down and the sky got dark, on the night before my birthday,. Her orgasm was impressive to say the least, both in her writhing and the inarticulate moans that were now slowly coming to an end. She left marks on my arm and the back of my neck where she'd grabbed them in her passion. I was glad that they were the only thing she could reach to clasp. Now she, eyes still closed though the flannel had long since fallen off, was running her hand up the front of my bare leg. She stopped when she reached the moist head of my fully aroused cock, now peering out of.