I'm Lamar and enjoyed dancing with your pretty wife." He smiled."Sit down and join us, please." Don't mind if I do."He sat down next to Lois. We order...d drinks, a beer for me, Scotch for Lois and Lamar. Lois looked flushed and happy from dancing."Have you been long in Las Vegas?" I asked."A couple of days. I usually come here three or four times a year. I like the clubs." You mean the dancing?" asked Lois."Yes, I love to dance. I find nice partners here, too." He smiled at Lois. "You see, I. I set it on the low counter and tested it with my left index finger. It was warm and moist. A dirty and horny thought came to mind after recalling the apple pie scene from the American Pie movie. I inserted two of my fingers into the centre of the pie and turned them clockwise. I felt my cock growing with arousal as I imagined my step mum's boobs. So I pulled down my shorts and lifted myself up onto the counter and hovered my dick over the hole of the pie and lowered it inside. I moaned with. Tim Cartwright looked down at the protruding bulge. There it is he said drunkenly to himself. There was his hard cock with which he'd fucked his share of girls in school. He was a damned good looking guy, and he didn't mind telling himself so, for enough eager and willing girls had while they'd been rolling in the sack with him. He had a tall, broad-shouldered shape to his lean, muscular body, with a tanned face and a smile that they all said could have been used in a toothpaste commercial. He. I did as I was told, and we continued throwing it back and forth until he stopped. Then he had me throw it against the wall and catch it. All I could feel was sweat dripping down my back, and in between my breasts. He was standing behind me, “Bend your knees or you will have to do more,” he kept saying. I thought my knees were going to buckle if I had to go much longer. Plus, I could only think about what a sweaty mess I was. He was either trying to kill me with the workout or he wanted to.