"Fucking hell, that was good", she turned onto her back and I could see her beet red chest heaving in the light from the table lamp."Pour me a drink" ...he ordered and I duly obeyed. I opened the vodka bottle and poured some it straight into the melted water from the ice cubes. "Who's a dirty boy then?", she smiled. "You really worked my ass", "would you like to put your cock in there?". I sipped my drink and before I had chance to answer, she had spun round onto her knees again. She slipped one. I asked my husband if he had ever had one and was pretty surprised when he said he had. Not long, but a couple of drinks later, my husband asked if I wanted to see what a lap dance was all about. I was keen to watch this actually. A strange woman dancing erotically over my husband of 15 years. So he arranged it and we went in to the back/side room. I was very shocked though when I found out the lap dance was for me. I sat down not really knowing what to expect. The young lady was gorgeous of. ” he collapsed onto the sinks. Damn I didn’t get a good chance to look at his ass before I sunk into it, shit I could feel my cock hardening again. “Mmm are you ready for another go?” He asked wiggling his ass, I shook my head and pulled up my jeans “no sorry babe, I need to get going” I gave his ass a pat “I will be seeing you again baby” I left the toilets while he pulled his pants up. The loud groaning of the car sounded as I lifted it high up in the air with the jack “Jordan!” I groaned and. It is protected by licensed undera Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 UnportedLicense.As usual, few of the guys were managing to stay awake. A lot of them hadgiven up even trying. It was difficult, bordering on impossible, becauseMs. O'Neil was the epitome of boring. The joke was that she'd put aninsomniac to sleep in twenty seconds flat. Her history lectures wereagonizing to sit through, not that I had anything better to do. Here atthe orphanage, there wasn't much to.