I felt like I was going into shock; my body had run cold, my inner opening pierced with Roland churning my intestine as he pounded me, making my pound...into Artimus. Artimus let out growl after growl that shook my entire body making my cock vibrate hard; I soon was cumming from the insane abuse my prostate was taking, and Artimus let out a solid groan of pleasure at having his insides pumped with cum. Artimus pulled back, and pressed my head down hard against his ass. “Eat that cum you fucking. It would be so naughty. I need it.”“Will your husband count it as our last date?” I asked.“I don’t know,” she said.She rubbed her pussy faster. She moved back from the camera so I could see her sexy, tanned body and spread pussy.“Well, then I guess you have to wait,” I told her. “You’ll have to keep using your fingers. Or hoping he can please you.”She groaned in frustration. She pinched her own nipples and spread her pussy again.“Don’t you want me?” she asked. “Don’t you want to be really. Even in college and having just a handful of good friends, with no boy friends at all, Robin worried about her seeming total disinterest in men and often wondered if she were maybe gay, and although she never showed it, she was always more interested in being with the girls. While her friend Joan had always k**ded her that she was sexually repressed and just needed a good lay, Robin would just laugh and give the old "when I meet the right guy I'll know it" line. This had gone on for four years. The bass player was also female. So was the crowd: all conspicuously female. The poster on the wall behind the stage announced The Flaming Rose Band. ‘Uh, oh,’ Jon said under his breath. ‘What the hell have I gotten myself into now?’ ‘Jon!’ Andy shouted from the bar and waved. ‘Over here!’ ‘That’s not the Desert Rose Band,’ Jon said as he sat down at the bar. ‘What’s wrong with your head?’ ‘Sorry, man. I saw the rose on their poster and that’s all I could think of.’ ‘Did you work today?’ Jon.