Occasionally, politics and finances reared their ugly cantankerous heads but, generally, we steered away from contentious topics. Our ingredients were...mainly golf, other sports, sex and jokes. Never anything really personal. My old friend Mick was a member of the group which regularly played on Tuesdays. We’d kept in spasmodic touch over the years and, in fact, when I retired and decided to move back close to my old stamping ground, it was Mick who introduced me to the club and proposed my. I made her lie down and inserted my dick in her overflowing vagina. It was so smooth and such an amazing pussy. I could fuck it everyday. I kept fucking her and she kept moaning out of pain and pleasure. I increased my speed with every moan of hers. We orgasmed around thrice. We fucked till 11 pm and then I had to go home so I left.I told her I have to leave home and she asked me, “Will you fuck me tomorrow too? I am willing to pay you also but please. I need your dick because my husband is. I could imagine exactly what his hand was now doing. I reached behind my back and undid the catch on my bra. With one arm across my breasts I used my other hand to push the straps off my shoulders. I held the bra in place for a few seconds before allowing it to fall. The effect on Dave was immediate. He squirmed in his seat as if fighting with something below the camera shot. “Dave, can you move your seat away from the camera a little please,” I asked in a rather breathless voice. As he pushed. ”Now she’s back in that bikini, sitting astride the bike, smooth thighs spread wide around the fat gas-tank ... Looking right into the camera. “But now I’m single ... And I’m bored ... And you’re here ... With your cameras ... And him...”We pan down to look at a yellow Labrador – sitting on the floor of the garage, looking back up at us, dopey smile, tongue hanging out.We hear the familiar voice of our hostess, Charley, and realise that she has been filming this ‘modelling’ session. “And what.