He reached in his lunch sack and handed me the bottle of stuff. He seemed to be really relieved and was back to his old self by the time I dropped him...off at his car.Me, I went home put the bottle in a drawer on my workbench and promptly forgot about it. Over the years he never mentioned it and I never once thought about it again. After Glen was fired he bounced around for a couple of years and finally died from one of his mixes. I never even got to the funeral, didn't even know till a coworker. .I followed suit with his ass and licked his hole. It was hot what J.C and I was doing to one another and after we both lube our fingers up we began finger fucking each others ass. Our moaning and panting really heated up...in fact J.C was so hot and turned on he got out underneath me and laid me on the bed and then lubed his cock up and got between my legs and then shoved his cock slowly into my asshole. I moaned loudly as I felt his swollen cock open my ass up and sink inside...immediately he. I told the old man that I was super wet and horny and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said I sure do honey. I placed my ass and pussy right in the hole and was starting to lick the new guys dick. Which was about normal or smaller than normal. But was way easier to suck than the old mans. He started to lick my pussy and my ass and it felt really good my husband I still recording me sucking dick. And then I felt the tip of the old mans penis sliding in my juicy pussy. It was stretching me out. Can it really be so easy, I thought to myself. I jotted down the details and thought about what to wear. Something submissive or something normal, I wondered. How do other people dress?And so in a few seconds, I had gone from marginalised pervert to just one of the guys down your local sm club, trying to fit in, wondering about dress-codes. As it happens there was no dress-code for the munch so I dressed as I normally do when I go out. Well, actually that is not true. I never go out, not before.