Im in my early 30s a bit chubby but can still turn a head when i put my mind to it.Another friday came and went and i thought about what my partner ha... said, whats the harm in just calling i told myself.I spoke to a man called paul who said to come down saturday lunchtime.I got dressed and put on my shortest skirt, did my make up, told my other half i was meeting friends.I got to the club at two, and was met my an old guy in his 60s, I'm Bill he said, its my club.There were a few old guys in. She was smothering with them. She finally slapped my face with her big breast. It kinda of woke me back up. I smiled."What's a happy ending? Over there on the sign. What is that? ~~ No happy endings. We not that place.." said Mischa. "Mmmm. Its when the massage girl reaches down to massage a man's cock. She jack his cock, until he explodes. A happy ending. Usually the last thing done in the massage experience." I said. "Oh! I see. I was just curious. So she takes his cock. She begins to stroke. He was naked from the waist down, stroking himself with one hand while the other groped one of his mom's huge breasts. When his mom got too loud Zander shushed her, and went back to lapping hungrily at her pussy. It was wrong...very wrong, but I think the wrongness of the situation made it even hotter. I caught myself absently stroking myself through my sweat pants, wishing I could join the two.I got to see more of Zander's mom's figure when she propped herself up on an elbow and let a hand. Together, we’re like gasoline on a fire! Bunyan just said, ‘She’ll come back. She always does.’ Jericho just glared at all of us, one after the other. ‘So while she was gone, y’all decided to get a little, and let the fire go out, huh?’ We didn’t have an answer. I looked around and saw my shorts hanging on the stub of the rear view mirror, but I was afraid to go get them right then. Cum was still leaking through my panties. It was starting to feel cold. Nobody was talking. Finally I said, ‘You.