I moved my free hand down her thighs and ran the tip of a finger through her hot, wet cunt lips, causing her to grip my cock even tighter.I knew that ... wasn't going to last long as Hazel worked her hand up and down my shaft so I rolled on top of her and positioned the tip of my cock against her dripping cunt-lips. I got up onto my knees and looked down between our bodies, at my knob pressed against the entrance to her love tunnel. I watched as I pushed my hips forwards, slowly easing my cock. ”“It will be fine, Roger, trust me; I trusted you, now it’s your turn.”What could I say? I couldn’t let her go in alone… not that I’d be much help if things went sideways. I parked and we went in.The place was every bit as welcoming on the inside as it was outside; dark and dingy, crowded, the low-ceilinged space stunk of gasoline and motor oil, stale beer and cigarette smoke, warm bodies, and well-worn leather. And testosterone; it may have been possible to swim in the sea of testosterone that. Her eyes were darkly highlighted by black mascara. There was a little rouge on her cheeks, just enough to make them a rosy pink. Most of all, it was her attire that excited the men. Their cocks sprang to attention.Vicki stood before them, wallowing in their admiration. A black leather collar with brass studs encircled her neck. She wore a lavender bra, trimmed in black lace. Holes in front let her ripe little nipples stand out in readiness. A thin gold chain was around her waist, just above her. .. ?” said Rina.“Mean?” said Abigail.“Well, I mean your husband is the one who got us together. I mean I didn’t know you didn’t know. I mean...” said Rina.“So, my erstwhile hubby is doing the matchmaking thing?” said Abigail.“Well, I don’t know if you’d put it exactly that way. But, anyway, I was sure you knew that he’d invited me to the party to meet Sam. I guess you’d say he sees us as, well, compatible,” said Rina.“No, no, he didn’t inform me of his plans in that regard,” said Abigail. “Does.