But here I was being bent over a dirty pool table with my short skirt wadded up around my waist my panties had been ripped off what seemed like over a... hour ago. Runs in my stockings. My top and my bra was somewhere. They had left me in my scarlet red cum fuck me pumps. My 36 D’s had semi dried black boy’s cum all over them. I say boy’s because at 38 years of age I was at least twice as old as any of the 4 of them. I’m in a dirty pool hall on the “wrong” side of town. You know where I was, old. She shivered again. Oh, shit! This is gonna be a real ball! she thought. She figured that it was sort of depraved to let a dog tongue her cunt and to jerk him off, but the idea was all the more exciting because of that depravity."Follow me, fella," she urged, standing and turning.She walked down the hallway. Samson followed at her heels. She paused, glancing back to make sure that the dog was following. Samson thrust his big snout against her ass and began to tongue the firm globes."Oooooh,". I also mentioned it must be nice to come to the frat house and have all the guys waiting with thier tongues out whenever she came by. Obviously, the conversation turned to me flirting hard and just showering her with compliments. I would make mention about how sexy she was for her age and every once in awhile I would try not to look to obvious that I was getting a hard on talking about her body. I was trying to show her I was turned on without letting her know I was trying to let her see. She. I found myself often wanting to press it hard against various objects and for some unknown reason,it seemed I needed to squeeze it and rub it. Sometimes I would find wetness as if pee had somehow leaked out of me without my knowledge. These things worried me and I often thought of myself as a freak as none of my friends ever seemed to experience these things. There it was again, a slurping sound and a gagging sound. I creeped silently over to the vent on my hands and knees and peering into.