"Yessir, please forgive me" is what I moan. You run your hand over my ass one last time before giving it one last spank. You reach between my legs and...feel all of my juices that you made flow from my pussy and tell me "it's almost time, my dirty little whore". You shove your still hard cock in my pussy and fuck me hard and fast, while still pulling my hair. I can't control myself and start moaning louder, as you reach down with your other hand and start squeezing my boobs and nipples. You push. .Chuck stepped forward and motioned to me, but Cindy beat me to it and, looking like a toy poodle telling a mastiff to get the hell off her yard, snarled at Chuck, "Look, you animals, you're not going to get away with this!"Chuck held up both hands, palms out clearly taken aback at her reaction, "Hey, we're not here to start a fight!"He looked at me, "I know we told you that a loss was going to hurt you more than us, but tonight proved we can get along without Jay if we have to. A win would. ..in meanwhile we enjoyed our drinks, some good club-music and danced a little bit. Then after about one hour we saw people getting slowly in action, we saw couples splitting up and go their own way... Some couples went to playrooms... We got out of our sofa to start to explore the club in all areas. It did not take long for me to understand that C did not invent anything. We stopped at an open corner with some huge matrasses to watch two women playing with each other while their husbands got. Suddenly she was aware that those old feelings had returned. She was again seeing Dan, not as a godfather or friend, but as a man and she felt the old yearnings once again. What's more, she at last felt free to act upon them."Do you love me, Dan?" she asked right out of the blue, walking to him and looking up into his eyes."I ... I guess I always have. Marsha, I..."The kiss was tender and sweet. She felt his arms come around her, and nestled her own body against his. Marsha had become expert in.