I parted Marge’s thighs and started to lick her cunt. I was amazed, I had never cheated on my wife, but here I was licking out another woman’s pus...y while my wife and my best friend sucked each other off only a few feet away. I ran my tongue up and down Marge’s clit and I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen again. Marge’s body then went ridged and she gripped my head and forced me into her cunt as she screamed and climaxed and I tasted her juices on my tongue.My wife Kacie was the only one. Also according to Rajeev she should be in flight and not drunk at this time in a bar. She wasn’t able to recall number of any of her friend coz there was never a need to remember a number and she started cursing mobile phones and remembering how in old times she used to have all the number of friends on tip of her tongue. Bouncer interrupted her thoughts “madam, number do kisi ka, jo aake aapko le jaye”. “Ji mujhe kisi ka number yaad nahi… aap mujhe abhi jane dijiye, me kal subha aake sara. Michael was 17 and an extremely confident, loud and hilarious drama student who every one knew, loved and aspired to. Girls wanted to be with him and guys wanted to be him. He wasn’t traditionally good looking but he had this serious inner sexiness that I could never quite put my finger on. He had light brown wild hair that would stick out at random angles, which he would always subconsciously mess up even more with his hand. He was quite tall and thin, yet proportioned and toned. I had never. "Three," Bobbie says.We're off.The Zipper was a strange little bar that, for long periods of time, would go dormant. You'd go one week and it would be hustling and filled with oddities and the next week, same night of the week, the door would be padlocked. No explanation. Anne called it "Wigadoon." What I liked about it was its sense of history. The walls were lined with black and white glossies of girls from earlier eras. Finocchios, Club 61, The Matchbox Revue. It was a world class collection.