Many times later he wondered about that experience. The boys being satisfied, at least for now, took off to the bar, leaving Tracey in a mess on the f...oor. She heard, Come on Honey, lets clean up, and was pulled to her feet by a very debonaire older guy, who she later knew as Clive. He directed her into the main house, took her into a marbled shower, washed her all over, literally inside and out, with shower cream. He finished by sitting her onto a bidet and cleansing her insides as thoroughly. THE LADY PUT HER PHONE ON SPEAKER just as I was about to penetrate her and told me she wanted her man back home to share our time together. She was in her mid-forties and had a magnificent size fourteen body with a gorgeous big ass to match.“Michael is about to fuck me honey. You know how horny I get when I am away. He is almost twenty years younger than me. And best of all he is huge, ten-inches and thick.“He loved my big ass as I posed naked on a stool for him, just like I do for you. And I. "Sky broke in, "We're not hookers!" I never thought you were, not for an instant."Jan took up her narrative. "In other states, we are dancers, or erotic dancers, even strippers. Here we are called lingerie models. We can't take off our tops, just dance around, showing off different outfits, getting real sexy as the idiots get drunker and drunker. Some girls have gotten busted taking too much off, and a few actually hooking, but not us, never." So you won't call the desk?" No way, the less. I pulled back and kissed her on the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth. We passionately kissed there by the door for maybe four minutes. Her hand went to the bulge in my jeans, rubbing my cock though the denim. I slipped a hand under her robe and cupped a breast. I began leading her to the couch.“Wait...” she said suddenly, and took my hand.“This way.” she said softly as she led me back to the bedroom. She paused at the side of the bed. I came up behind her, opened her robe, put my.