He was white, around 50, and he was wearing a black t-shirt, black leather vest, black jeans, and boots. He had a black leather cap in his head. He re...ched out and fondled my breasts, pinching lightly on my nipple, before opening his fly and pulling out his penis. I reached out and took it in my hand. Holding another man's semi hard dick in my hand felt strange. I got down on my knees on the dirty floor, barefoot and naked, and took his cock into my mouth and began blowing him. I had never. Was on form today - better than he's been for weeks - though he does look as though he's been..."She was still grinning.I had been going to say that Dr. W. looked shagged out, but I looked at Sarah closely and saw that she probably fitted that bill too. The skin beside her eyes looked bruised, the eyes themselves well short of their usual clear whiteness."... up all night." I trailed off, realising the possible double entendre."Sarah?"She shook her head, not willing to be drawn.She said, "Come. I pointed this out to Mrs O and we decided to start the proceedings right there and then so i put my hand on her thigh and inched the hem of her skirt up until i could touch her pussy through her panties. She parted her thighs to give me better access and i managed to slip a finger inside her panties and into her pussy which was already very wet. The Woman behind the bar seemed oblivious to all of this and sat there watching the TV as i continued to finger fuck my wife. Mrs O was trying to get. I yanked at my panties. They popped down off my bottom as effortlessly as if I’d pulled at cellophane. Only the bit caught in my cunt remained. “Gracefully, like a lady,” the colonel ordered. “You’re eighteen, not 16 like Missy.” Slowly, trying to be as civilized as possible, chic even, I stripped my last remnant of modesty down my impeccably long legs. I had model’s legs, and men loved them, no less the colonel for being able to see my fat little ass atop them, in all its white nudity. “I.