The table was the closest to a short (three foot high) wall. Many people milled past the wall, near him. He was scanning the crowd for someone special...and despondent that he hadn't found her. Something told me this was NOT the beginning of the story. While describing details in that brief image, more information floated to me. Then it dissolved and was replaced by a second image. This one was closer to the start of the story.In that fleeting image was a trestle that looked like a huge Erector. Tess felt him push in and as he did so she clamped down on him with her pelvic muscles. She almost immediately heard him grunt a couple of times and felt his cock pulse inside of herself. He was cumming. She felt his hands move from her hips to her shoulders as he pulled her down even further onto his pumping shaft. She liked to be used like this occasionally. To know that she could make her men cum just by having their cocks inside her body was a thrill for her. Drew's orgasm was powerful. His. Molly followed Henry inside of his home.“Would you like something to drink?”“I’ve had enough to drink. Maybe we could just talk. I really want you to be my “teacher.” Would you kiss me?”Henry took Molly into the living room and they sat next to each other on the couch.“Just put your lips on mine and open your mouth slightly.”“Okay.”Henry couldn’t believe his luck. He put his lips on hers and kissed her softly. Molly opened her mouth a little and Henry pushed his tongue down her mouth. He. Then he described the challenge:I should strip off my outfit and straddle him, putting each foot on a piece of tape. If I could hold that position for thirty minutes, then he could only reason that I truly did not want to fuck. But if I would fail to keep the position, then I would slide down onto his cock. He smiled and said it was not big deal. Most women could do it…I stood there and looked at Tom. Then I thought that Victor would never believe I just walked out of here and the black guy had.