There were two couples slow-grinding under the glitter ball, a couple of guys with a curvy brunette playing pool, and three women on one of the couche... chatting.I went over to the couch and my eyes lit on a redhead in a well-filled tube top and short skirt. I introduced myself as a first-timer there, and she agreed to help me feel like one of the family. I held out my hand and she pulled herself up out of the couch, tube top jiggling pleasantly, her head coming just up to my height.We went to. We didn’t realize but we had started mild moaning, humming, and gasping. Her sounds made me go crazy and do more of the things that she is loving. I could understand this by paying attention to her tones and gasps. I don’t know what made me do this, but I loved to see her in ecstasy and wanting for more and reaching the nirvana. I guess we are biologically programed to do what it takes to make your partner happy. Because no of this I had planned and I was shocked to see that I am automatically. Imiska was probably the most insateble whore I have ever known. I took her to a black bar one night not long after we got married and she walked in took off the shirt i had her wear and told the bar tender that any one that bought a drink got a free blow job and if he bought a friend a drink he could fuck her. She walked onto the dance floor and went to her knees and spent at least an hour sucking cocks and she either swallowed their load or had them paint her face. She spent the next five. She sighed. Mary kissed her nose, and relaxed with one hand on her thigh as sleep fell on them. In the blackness, Kelly woke, feeling a slight shaking of the bed around her. She lay still, disremembering where she was. Suddenly it hit her, and she saw Mary rolled over on her stomach on the other side of the huge expanse of the king-size bed. Felt movement behind her. Her eyes now adjusted to the dark, she turned and saw John’s hand at his waist, stroking himself. She looked hard at his.