Everyone knew that. But I was never good enough for her, not tall enough, not good looking enough, not sporty enough, not enough money, nothing about ...e was good enough at all for her; nothing. She often took advantage of my better nature, she would have me drive her across town to a party but not ask me to come in with her, I was sent home! Sometimes she would even call me to collect her at some unearthly hour when she couldn’t bum a lift.And I did it in the vain hope she would see the light. It’s chauffer was most gorgeous with his in the sun shining coal black skin, broad shoulders, strong arms and a smile that could melt an iceberg. He must have recognized us, walked directly to us holding a small bouquet of lavender roses and lilacs, perfect symbols of symbols of Enchantment, Majesty and Love at first sight and handed them to me. I was smitten by this Adonis. Without losing his smile and a strong gaze into my eyes he motioned us to the classic car. “My name is Montague, you wish. She playfully waved her finger at me to scold me for being a bad boy. Hmm hmm! she said, pretending to be angry, but truly being delighted.It ended up that Angie was done and still waiting, standing up on the top level of the grand stand so she could see the first guys coming from a distance. I stood behind her, taking more pictures of her sweet, sweet ass. Man! Did jeans ever look so good on a girl? Seeing me hanging around, she finally smiled and waved me up for another blowjob, on the top. Membership in the club has made a huge difference in my lovely Maria's personality. She was no longer the shy, modest teenager who worried about her weight. Now she's a voluptuous rakehell who thinks nothing of being naked in front of up to two dozen people. And what's a guy's idea of heaven, if not being in the same room with a dozen amorous naked ladies like that?But there was another difference in our relationship when Anne, the founder of the club, and her husband Bret moved into our house.