Just thinking about her making her grand entrance into our room was turning my morning wood into a full hard-on. I made just enough noise to let her k...ow I was awake. I knew she got my message because I could hear an occasional giggle. The bathroom door opened and there she was, so beautiful in every way.Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing sheer panties that hid nothing. Off came the towel and her curly red hair fell to just above her ass, the towel thrown on our bed. What a. So now as I sit here and look around I can’t help but ask myself how I got to this point… what happened to me… I don’t think that I’m anything like most of the women who are sitting in this room, waiting for the little bell to ring signalling the start of my first and I hope last speed dating experience. I have drug my best friend along even though she is as much my opposite as the rest of these women. The bell rings to get our attention. ‘Hello, ladies, and welcome to The Match Club. For those. “Of course! I want you to come over tomorrow to see me and to meet my fam...”“Oh ... I can’t come over tonight?” she asked, sounding disappointed.“You want to come over now? What about Billy?” I asked, surprised.“Billy has been an absolute angel, he listens to every word that I say now, and he’s been asking about you. I really miss you. Do we really need to wait until tomorrow? Or are you not allowed to have guests stay over?”“No, that would be fantastic, actually! I truly miss you, Sheila. So. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that! And then there was Myra, with her long tanned legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking his... sucking... Sharon took yet another drink of the flask she clasped tightly in her anguished hands.Ron's cock, thought Myra as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Dick had been right: the Flemings had been an excellent choice, and his idea.