I’ll use my finger to loosen you up first.”“Steve, can you try without it? So that your dick is the first thing in there, just like with my puss...?”“We can try, Squirt,” I said, my dick twitching at the thought.I poured baby oil in my hand and began working it into my dick, stroking myself to a full erection, then adding even more oil and rubbing it liberally around my glans. Stephanie got into bed and lifted her legs. I knelt on the bed and had her rest her ankles on my shoulders. I reached for. "Yer fuckin' dead, Rafferty," Briggsy snarled at him."Aye, yer a goner," added Kendo.Oscar's face could have felled forests."If either of you miserable wretches dares to utter one more word," heroared, "I shall go to great lengths to ensure that he arrives at hisnext lesson wishing he had never left the warmth and comfort of hismother's womb."He collected the rest of our lines, then went into the masters' room. Ihad little doubt as to the implement he would be brandishing when. As you know my wife is a classy older married white conservative women that you met as we were sitting at the bar in the nightclub In southwest St. Louis.She had several glasses of wine and was getting a little flirty with me and ask me ( her husband) if I wanted to dance. I am not much of the dancing type but when one of her favorite dance songs was being played by the band there she ask me again if I wanted to dance and again I said no. You were standing by the bar drinking your drink nicely. I turned my head to look at her."Do you have any idea what you're doing?" I hope so," she said, looking straight ahead."I'm not so sure you have a clue," I suggested.Her hand slid between my legs and she squeezed my inner thigh gently. "You mean this?" she asked innocently."You've known me for less than twenty-four hours," I pointed out."Sometimes a girl can just tell," she said."And do I get a vote in this?" I asked."Of course you do," she said."And what if I vote no?" I asked.Her hand slid.