Unfortunately, I had never been to a strip club and had absolutely no idea how to go about hiring a stripper. Fortunately, you can now find anything y...u desire with a few clicks of a button. Thank god for the internet. I quickly came across a website that specialized in bachelorette parties. Each stripper had her own profile with pictures and a list of special skills. There were almost a hundred women to choose from and all of them were beautiful. Unfortunately, I had to pick just two.. As I starting mowing a strip along the side of the house, near one side of the fence that bordered a side road, I noticed a knot hole about waist high in the fence. There was a knot in it before, but had fallen out. The hole that remained was about the size of a soft ball. I didn’t think much about it at the time, except that I should fix it, but that would be at a later date. Finishing the lawn, I put the mower back in the shed and strolled over to the pool by my wife. “Don’t burn those. At least, I fantasized that this scene was enacted nightly, and I was very pleased to at last have a front row seat from the vantage point of my upstairs bedroom window. I could see right into their bedroom as a watched breathlessly from across the street. Carolyn’s husband had come home and in no time they were kissing and groping like two teenagers. My cock swelled as he roughly unbuttoned her blouse and kissed his way eagerly down her neck and shoulders. Unhooking her bra, his hands reached. I pushed the plastic toy down my slippery cleft and dipped it into my dripping hole, moaning as I opened myself to let him see everything. When he groaned, I pressed it back against the base of my nub, rubbing and circling, pleased to feel the strong, familiar itch which always preceded an orgasm. I had a feeling it was going to be especially good this time, I just hoped my WIFI wouldn’t cut out like it did on our last session. "Are you going to cum for me, my dirty slut?" his words stuttered.