I passed. I hate to stand on lines, and I’m only interested in gang banging if I’m the one being banged. I know, sometimes I think like a real slu.... The festivities got more intense as midnight approached. I was sitting at the bar chatting with the only other single guy I encountered. He told me he was Jack, a regular who attended the club as often as possible. I was listening to his story and watching the partiers when a short, plump woman in a tight red gown approached me. A low-cut neckline. ”“Business stuff?”“We will need to get with Erin about bar stuff. She normally gets up and does her books.”“I will text Erin and let her know that she can come back and do her bar business here in the office, but then she has to leave.”“Is that going to be a problem?”“No. I think she may be more affected by seeing her babies each day and then having to leave them each day. I think she really needs to get through her head what she could be losing.”“Do you worry that she will get resentful of. The sweat was resting in the creases of the second tiler’s brow as he shot a full-size jizz wad deep into Tony’s over soused slippery slot. Cum was everywhere; around and in her pussy, gluey globs congealing on her thighs, dribbling down her legs and sprinkling on the floor. Talk about hot. Talk about sweaty. Talk about scorching sex. It was smiles all round and the realization this was probably undreamed of, unreal location sex, an amazing shared intensity of life in the moment. Tony and the. Max was all over me when I opened the door and turned off the house alarm. He wanted to play a little and I didn’t mind. I opened the fridge and found she made me more pudding and a note on a small pitcher “Jim you can have this too but it does have a little alcohol in it…don’t worry it won’t make you drunk…but you sip it not gulp it – it’s a margarita” with another note on a glass “use this glass.” I had never tasted it but I decided I would tomorrow. I wanted to see those pictures of her.