I was warmly greeted in by the bouncer at the door. As I walked in, it still retained the interior of a pub. It looked like any pub except for the mai... stage where this beautiful blonde woman was going through her act with scantily clad women presumably other strippers when they're not on stage milling around amongst the mainly male crowd. I bought myself a drink & sat myself at a spare table near the stage where the blonde stripper was finishing off her act. She'd just removed her knickers. .. that again? He did it once, waking me up by touching me. Then he panicked and fled.He hardly looked at me since that day.Hands gripped my blanket and pulled them down my body. I struggled to open my eyes, to come fully awake and figure out what was going on. It was dark in my room. The shape moved onto my bed, mattress springs creaking. My legs were exposed, hands pushing up my nightgown. They weren’t rough hands like my father’s. They were soft hands. Gentle hands.Long hair brushed my. I must admit to wanking twice throughout the morning; once, when a friend of my wife’s was chatting to her in the hallway, I was in the dining room with my cock out, wanking furiously under the table - I figured the table would hide my boner in case anyone came in. We all know that’s not true, but the thought of getting caught was exciting. It was about one in the afternoon that my package arrived. I whisked it up and took it upstairs and hid it. I would open it later, I thought. This is where. ‘Jack, I think our bad little girl here needs something more productive to do with that mouth of hers, don’t you think?’ ‘Sure do!’ Jack replied as he got up and moved over in front of Jennifer. Jack straddled the bench and Ben shifted so that Jennifer was angled to rest her upper body on the bench as well. Jane gasped again and released the top button on her highly modest shirt as Jack pulled his very erect and very endowed manhood out of his pants. Ben paused in his assault on Jennifer’s.