It was already a little hot in here but I didn't mind it much. Tanner did his usual of mingling with the groups of lesbians that he had befriended ove... the last few months and I quietly excused myself to get a drink. After ordering and downing a pornstar I ordered a hypnotic on the rocks and sat down to drink it at one of the excluded and practically empty tables in the far corner of the club. I was nearly finished when Tanner stumbled over and yelled in my ear. "Danielle come on let's dance!". Both rock hard. She reached down and rubbed her clit while her cunt took every inch of my cock. She pressed down into it and sat there, masturbating, her cunt squeezing tighter and tighter over my cock as she inched closer to orgasm.Suddenly, it hit. She collapsed into me, heaving, her breasts against my chest, her face in the nook of my neck, moaning, huffing, catching her breath."Suck me," I whispered into her ear.She gracefully slid off my cock and in between my legs. It was too perfectly. He usually started out stroking her clit and talking through his latest 'dirty thoughts' that invariably revolved around cuckolding in some way. He stroked her to two satisfyingly orgasms before she switched to sitting astride his face and riding his tongue. He found the symbolism of her sat on top of his face very erotic and he liked to fantasise that he was eating a cream pie. It almost always resulted in the pleasure of no hands erection for his little wanker as he liked to call it. After. La cosa mi incuriosì ma non mi soffermai a verificare, però mentre tornavo di sopra mi ripromisi di tornare con calma a dare un’occhiata per vedere meglio che cosa c’era in quel mobiletto. Ne ebbi l’occasione qualche giorno dopo.All’epoca avevo 14 anni, era la metà degli anni 70, abitavamo in una modesta villetta in campagna, poco fuori dal centro abitato del piccolo paese di provincia in cui sono nato.I miei si dedicavano alla coltivazione del terreno che circondava la nostra casa, dove c’era.