They both let out a small stream of obscenities in celebration of how good it felt, and he held on firmly to her hips as she drove herself down. “Oh... fuck, Cal, I just love it in my ass. Mmm, jesus, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She had a hand between her legs rubbing fast circles over her pussy as she slid the full length of his dick in and out off her snug opening, getting as much sensation from him as possible, faster with each thrust. “Shhh, please don’t talk, girl, dammit.” Her. Go on, Bob.Bob: Thank you. Anyway, Sheepy-Poo looked so good dressed as a schoolgirl in her plaid skirt that I took pictures of me and Sheepy-Poo and put them on the net. She looked even better than in her French maid outfit. I sang "Mary Had A Little Lamb" to her over a nice candlelight dinner I made. I made all her favorites that night. We had a great time.Charles: Hmmm. Well, I'm glad to see you're doing better. We have a newcomer tonight. Would you like to introduce yourself?Alan: Well, um.. The club was a seedy dive on the outskirts of the city, a place she hoped she would never bump into anyone she knew. Nerves churned her stomach making her want to heave but, taking a deep breath she walked purposefully from where her taxi had dropped her and towards the club’s entrance; a dark dank doorway. The stench of sweat and stale cigarette smoke hit her as she braved a dark corridor, hearing loud music up ahead. “Now or never,” she told herself. She was here to find men. Not just one man. The visual and clitoral stimulation brought on yet another orgasm. Michael stopped moving and let her control the action. She bucked and writhed and pushed herself back onto his dick. When it subsided, she was spent. “I need to lay down,” she said. She rolled onto her back and looked at her lover. He was still up on his knees. His goddamn dick was still hard but gravity caused it to hang down a bit. She knew she'd spend many nights fingering herself to orgasm picturing Michael and his.