After the drinks the women would say their thanks then turn around and walk off hand in hand. They both knew what the men wanted in the end. They want...d to get laid. They wanted women that would get on their knees with their tongues out begging for a mouthful of cum .They wanted women that would act like dogs in heat. But not now, not tonight. Let them go home alone. Let them go home to their vanilla wives. Tonight Ann and Babbs were in charge. As the valet pulled up with their car, they could. .the tops, the quad muscles that I'm sucking on now...mmmmm...and the outside, where your muscles separate...you have this lovely, deep, satiny furrow there, Mrs. Wilson, most pronounced and quite sexy!"He licked the furrow deeply and wetly and she felt her pussy get juicier still. He held that leg up a bit and let the flesh of her lower thigh hang and jiggle, moaning as he watched it and then buried his face into the soft meat, tonguing it and suckling in mouthfuls of her salty thigh."So. "Freak! Freak! ... and what I just said still goes! And you won't find it too intrusive will you, if I want to find out more!" No, of course not! Ask me anything: but shall I just tell you about how it affects me. Firstly, I don't see it as being a problem, or an illness ... it just is what it is! And in case you're wondering, I have, shall we say, 'experimented'. Physiologically and emotionally, there's nothing wrong with me, Alan: I have periods, and I love my mum and dad and my brother, and. He tried to gasp again but another THWACK drowned the sound. THWACK………………THWACK………………………THWACK. His legs, now off the floor, bending at the knees. I watched, in awe, my hand covering my mouth. She’d stopped now, one hand holding the cane, the other down his pants, squeezing his buttocks so hard, Johnny writhed in pain. I’d counted 6, maybe it was over. No chance. She removed her hands from his pants, and ripped them down his legs………..THWACK…THWACK…THWACK…THWACK…THWACK………………………………….It took less.