The live out of town and she was here to take care of her father who had just had surgery. Now a little about her, she is 32 years old, 46 breasts, bl...nd hair, 5’5” about 140 lbs and built like a brick shit house. Every thing about her is just like her mother was when we had out first meeting. So now the doorbell rings and in she walks, puts her arms around me gives me a big hug and all of a sudden pushes her crotch up against my cock and wiggles her vagina pushing it tight to me. I was taken. ‘No. You’re not cancelling on me.’ ‘B-b-but…’ I objected. ‘I can join you.’ ‘It’s a girls’ night out.’ I explained. ‘Which club?’ ‘The Warehouse.’ It was a new place that we’d been meaning to check out for many months but didn’t have the opportunity to do so before due to conflicting schedules. As the name suggested, ‘The Warehouse’ actually used to be a warehouse before it got a new lease on life as a nightclub. ‘What time do you need to get there?’ ‘We’ll be going there around nine o’clock. “Not at all,” he said politely, as if women caught him masturbating all the time. He leaned over to pull up his jeans. “You like an audience?” “Doesn’t matter to me either way,” he said. “I just needed to rub one out is all.” “Wife not taking care of you?” “I’m not married.” I scoffed. “The ring says otherwise.” He shrugged. “Habit. We’ve only been divorced for a few months.” “Sure,” I said. He hesitated, looking at me for a moment then said, “I hope you don’t think I’m trying to seduce you,. I heard giggling on the other side. Then Jennifer came on the line. “Hello, Craig,” she said. Her voice was pretty, at least. I was praying that mine wouldn’t crack. “Jennifer,” I said slowly, “these two want me to go over there and have sex with you.” “I know,” she said. Her voice broke up with giggling, and I heard her and Tracy talking. “Do you want to do that?” I asked. I was sweating and weak, and I sat down in one of the.