Make no mistake, though, she talked a lot about the sex too. She regaledme with stories of partners, threesomes, groups, public sex, orgies,rivers of...cum and mountains of bodies, all of those delicious storiesending with her being fucked into oblivion.More or less.I told her I couldn't wait to talk to Peter about it more, with the goalof being introduced to Darling club members back home, and hopefullyattending a local event or two to get my feet wet, if they would have me.She assured me they. ‘What a woman’ I thought, is she actually enjoying this?’‘This bitch is cumming and cumming, she’s ready for you’ commented the waitress excitedly.The cook moved between Jean’s legs and the waitress grabbed his shaft and began teasing my wife’s pussy.‘Bring him over, let him get a good, up close look at his whore getting fucked by prime, grade A, black meat.’Two men picked up the chair and positioned me under the table about a foot from Jean’s pussy. I could see how wet she was as the waitress. Her parents got home from work earlier than mine did, so I wasn't worried about getting the posthole digger home before they got there.After waiting several minutes for Shay to make it inside her house, I crept out and made my way home. My own cunt was swimming in its own juices, and I was kind of proud that I never touched myself with my fingers. I'm not sure where my mom got the idea that it was a 'sin', as she called it. She had never really explained it to me, but that was about all the. There was nothing wrong with what she'd done. She hadn't gone crazy. She was fine! Boots was fine."Millie?" Bob's voice cut through her frantic thoughts.Maybe she was going crazy after all! She couldn't think! The world started to tilt and she realized she was falling. At the same moment she recognized she'd been holding her breath, and let it out, to drag in another gulp of air. She felt pain as her hip struck the wooden floorboards, and cried out.Bob was in the door immediately and kneeling.