He hobbled on up to the clubTo return, with interest, their snubSince the patrons were lassesWith firm, well-toned assesHe also had hopes for a rub.Th... receptionist, whose name was Joan,Said "This club is for women alone."But Bran took his watchAnd turned it a notchAnd the lady stood still as a stone."Well, well now, my wild Irish Rose," You're wearin' far, far too much clothes" But that I'll amend" For old Bran is yer friend!"And he stripped her to bra, slip, and hoes.Then grabbing a hold of. Shellie and I have sat in our yards talking girl talk many times. As girls are known to do, we often get around to talking about sex. I’ve told her about my husband. He’s a man who doesn’t fuck often but when he does he always makes sure that I cum before he does. He’ll finger me, eat me, and use a dildo or vibrator. He’ll do whatever it takes. And he doesn’t often let me settle for just one orgasm; he fends off my attempts to push him away and gets me off again and again. Only then will he. The whole session started when an older gentleman walked up to me, dropped his towel, and shoved his wrecking ball sized cock-head in my face. By the time all of the fucking and sucking started, I was completely naked and oiled up. I had no idea where my outfit or heels were. I took a long sniff of the poppers that were held up to me, and my head began to swim as I pushed back on the cock in my ass. The oil on the rubber sheets made it difficult to get traction so I rode astride him cowgirl. He looked down and saw his hands flattened against the keys in a massive chord that, he now realized, he could still hear echoing against the walls. He blushed as he looked up at the teacher, who was leaning against the piano, catching her breath."That was a very vigorous interpretation," she said, looking at him. "But I don't think that was quite the tempo the composer had in mind." Her eyes traveled down his body and stopped. "Oh, I see," she said with a smile. "You had your -- uh, mind -- on.