Late, I don't know how late, I faintly heard a rustling of satin and then felt a soft weight on the edge of the bed. Startled, I started to rise up, b...t a hand pushed me down and Nita lay on top of me, crying softly.Not knowing what to do, I put my arms around her, slowly stroking her back. Her back slick with sweat, my hands moved with ease softly, slowly up and down. She calmed and stopped crying."Love me, please?" she whispered in my ear.There was something, I don't know. It was like walking. A new music came on, salsa, and I took advantage of the opportunity to put my arm around the waist of a woman near me. She was about my age, a bit over fifty perhaps, with short black hair, elegant, and with warm smiling eyes. "Can I ask you for a dance?" I asked, even though we were already doing so. "Oh I don't know how to dance this kind of music". "That's OK, I don't either". We smiled and she allowed me to take her hand as I pulled her waist against mine. Then my cock sprung into action. " Oh."Jessica got out her strap on and laid the materials Sylvia had giventhem out on the bed and told Chelsea to get on her knees and start toread the material out loud. Jessica took of his panties and lubed himup and inserted her strap on into Chelsea's bottom amidst moans andgroans and a gasp or two.Chelsea began, "Things I do to my cuckold." Oh, this should be very interesting," said Jessica. "Continue."1. I make my sissy cuckold get me ready for my dates. He must choosethe right lingerie. For Angela this proved to be shorter than she thought it would be. We had been fucking her all day and were hungry and decided that we would keep the mother and daughter and instead we would barbecue Angela.The grill was hot and ready, we had broken her free from the concrete without a mark on her, she thought we were going to let her go until we walked her to the grill. I cuffed her hands behind her back, and told her that we were first of all going to cook her breasts. Jane and Sadie looked.