"You are joking right?"Alan replied no seriously go for it I shook my head and said "ok for one night we see how it goes ok, but if i look stupid in t...ese things i take them off right away ok"Alan nodded , "yeah ok now go try them on out the back ok"I held them up as i walked off to one of the back rooms shaking my head as i walked.In the back room i took off my tee shirt and slipped on the new one, it was clearly not a mans tee shirt, it was black with the name of the bar written in large pink. A couple minutes later and she whispered to me she wanted me to fuck her, she laid on her back and I got on top of her and she forced my cock in her pussy, didn't take long before I wanted to cum in her, wow did that vagina feel good.It felt like there was a rough spot on the upper part of her pussy. When I was fucking her missionary it was rubbing on the head of my cock and was very similar to the roughness of a tongue on my cock. When we switch to doggystyle and I was pounding her from behind. We called our building The Shithouse. Bugs and lousy sanitation. Junkies everywhere. Schizophrenic fellow tenants. We were not much better, pretty constantly drunk and stoned and fucking around. I spent much of my time elsewhere. My Cherokee friends Jim and Tahoe ran a commune in a large third-floor apartment at the corner of Haight and Ashbury. They called it The Madhouse. (They later relocated to a coastal rural setting and called that place The Funny Farm.) Ex-Madhouse residents sliding to. After repeating this process a few more times, I was able to maintain a steady motion, sawing in an out of her asshole as she whimpered beneath me, resigned to the unexpected ass-fucking being administered. I kept a steady rhythm: in, out, in, out; all the while alternating between slapping her reddened ass cheeks and fingering her pussy and clit. Therese resumed working over her tits, while pushing back to meet my thrusts and slaps as she came a second time. That reaction, and the wonderful.