I have a guy I'm dating who would be perfect to turn into a wimppansy husband. Already I have him hooked on my hand jobs, and lastnight I made him f...nish stroking his little dick himself." She titteredat the mental image that called up. "I've even bought some panties forhim to wear next time while he does it. They have an open crotch so hecan whack off while he's wearing them." Wow," Nay enthused. "Do you think it'll work?" Sure. I'll just tell him it'll be so erotic and that I'll get. My eyes were darting everywhere: looking for my wife and also staring at all of the naked and semi-naked bodies wandering around the club. I don't know why but I was amazed at the amount of tattoos on display. It felt like I was the only person there without some form of ink marks on my body. Everyone was very friendly as I wandered around looking into a few rooms searching for Connie. Eventually I made my way to the bar. Thankfully Miss Sixty was there. I ordered a beer and asked if he'd seen. With some extra tissues she managed to wipe most of the wetness off their legs and laps. Achieving this she leaned back onto John as he gently hugged her. Swiveling a bit to be across his lap she managed a kiss before nestling in with a contented sigh as John slowly rubbed her side. A knock on the door made them both jump as a voice called out if they were OK. ‘Yes Barry, no problems. Sorry if we were talking too loud, sort of got carried away with our discussion,’ responded John. ‘OK John,. "Come on, Hon, the McRib is the epitome of fine dining," Well, I guess there is a difference between being a struggling law student and junior partner at a prestigious law firm." she laughed."I was much more charming then." I think your bank balance says differently," she cracked."I always knew you were a grasping wench. Just in it for the money, huh?" No, I was just grasping for your huge cock," she laughed, as she grasped his member through his slacks."What about my witty personality?" A huge.