Would you like that?’ She almost felt her tremble as she held her close. ‘Oh God, yes, yes please,’ she murmured. ‘Good.’ Hannah released he..., turned and walked slowly but assuredly towards the door. As she undid the latch, she turned back to face her. ‘Then give me your address and phone number and we’ll arrange for me to come round. Friday’s good for me.’ And with that, she left, grabbed her things and came to the car. I listened mesmerised as she told me, trying to imagine the scene whilst. Searching out your soaking hole... you feel it push inside... you cry out... you can't stop the orgasm... wave after wave of pleasure washes over you... He's taken his cock away but you can't do anything and the tongue uses you again and again... panting for breath you look down to see one of his friends looking at you over your pussy mound... slowly he stops this exquisite torture...So many times you've both talked about having another man use you while he watches or joins in... so many times. She then stoodup and pulled her cutoffs down, leaving only her purplevelvet thong. She knelt in front of him, kissing himon his lips and chest, all the while, his hands roamingher back, moving forward and rolling her nipples aroundand back to her back again. She had managed to undohis belt and unzip his pants, freeing his now throbbingmanhood (since he didn't wear underwear). He picked his hips up and allowed her to pull his pantsoff. She took his hard shaft in her hands and lightlystroked. In fact, he had so far done this with six different white married couples within the span of only a year and a half!He tossed the damp towel across the foot of his bed and began dressing. He liked to dress in a more than casual manner in these circumstances, so he had picked out a nice, but not overly dressy outfit. After all, this was no ordinary sort of 'date.' Indeed, the word 'date', itself, wasn't exactly the right choice for such a situation. Could you really call it a 'date' when you.