Telling hunting stories and tells of mischief from bygone years. It was cold out and the warmth of the bar felt good. As I was about to leave and head...to my cabin to enjoy a roaring fire I had started that afternoon, a group of women walked into the bar. I knew most of them—but there was a new lady that I had not seen before. I made a quick decision to stay a while longer because there was no one waiting for me at the cabin. I ordered a round of beer and sat back to chat with the newcomers. I. Reluctant to strip the said ?well maybe there’s something to wear in Mary’s (his wife) bag here?. They pulled out a pink thong with the shuttle coming I had no choice but to strip and put it on and they let me in between them. Embarrassed I was covering myself and my professor said ?Ed what else does Mary have in that bag and he pulled out a pink mini skirt?. ?Why don’t you be a good girl and put this on too?, mutely I did grateful for a little more coverage than the small thin thong provided.. In frustration, Kandy turned to look at him.He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Meet me outside the theater."He then got up and walked outside, confident she would follow.Kandy didn't know what to do, but she was dying to cum, and she wanted it from Mitch."Baby, I've got to go to the bathroom," she whispered to John before easing out of the theater.She saw Mitch standing by the restrooms and went directly to him.He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the men's room.Before she could. “Oooh…. you like that?” she asks repeating the caress carefully. “Yeah… it feels really sensitive…. really nice,” I say as she continues. “It looks weird… but I’m used to your cock being…. naked!” she tells me, continuing her stroking. I adjust my stance, thrusting my pelvis forward with the head of my penis in Sandy’s face. She continues gently working my enshrouded erection and cradles my balls in her left hand. I can’t keep my breathing quiet. The real deal “I think it’s about that time,”.