The place was packed, a teeming throng of party goers. The club was decorated for the season; fairy lights were everywhere as well as a giant Christma... tree in the corner of the main room. A waiter magically appeared with a tray of drinks and they circulated as they sipped their champagne. The noise and the people in this room made it hard to move and somehow they got separated. She found herself wandering the room, fending off advances and offers of a drink with a smile and a shake of her. "She went to the mall with a couple of girls. Probably have lunch out there. You got a minute?" Sure," I said and she opened the door wide and I stepped in. She closed it and smiled at me. My cock jerked to life.Cindy's mother was something. She looked like a mature Barbie doll with her jutting boobs and her long legs and huge mop of blonde curls. She was wearing the top of a set of Babydoll PJs that hung from tiny straps. It was pale yellow and almost transparent with a few frills down the. He did, however, get lucky from time to time on one of his jobs, and these stories he embellished to the fullest. Quarters love muff diving and the smell of pussy was his favourite odour in the world.“When I’ve muffed a woman, I don’t wash my face for the next day or two to keep that cunt smell on my moustache,” he told me with glee.I couldn’t help thinking that having false teeth, this wasn’t really a problem for him. I then asked, “Do the ladies enjoy you gumming and licking their. Itfastens in front. Henry?” She raised my eyes to look ather face. Her expression was caring and soft with ahint of laughter. “We have all day, Henry. I’m going to let you exploreevery part of me. I’ll teach you all about sex. And,Henry, we’re going to fuck until that marvelous cock ofyours can’t get up.” Monday morning, I strode into Miss Pasternak’s classwearing the new cotton slacks I insisted on buyingSunday. They were the tightest trousers.