All this happened about ten years ago.After a few meets we'd got to know each other very well and we'd got to the point where I'd get a text from thei... fun phone asking if I was about and fancied some fun. That was what happened one afternoon but this time they asked if I was available in a couple of days for something they described as 'a bit different'. Well you wouldn't turn that down, would you?The next text gave the details and it meant I was to wait for them in a layby that Thursday at. The law didn't allow the girls to remove their tops when I first started my club experiences. However, a slow table dance (or should I say 'Lap Dance') in a dark corner of the room would reveal nice nipples brushing against my face. For the right tip I could find out how that sweet pussy felt under my fingers. It was always nice to smell pussy on my fingers at the end of the night if nothing else happened.I was in one club in the early evening when the manager approached me and asked if I. Now the question here for you in Saint's town is: who will you fuck first? Some random MILF, whom you don't even know her name? The Head of the PTA, next door? That Hippie Mom from down the block? The Latina with the big booty, whom you work for? The token Black mom in a rich community that actually looks like she's young enough to still be in high school, and is the local gym owner? That Muslim lady that's captain of the block and welcomed you when you moved in? Or will you try to convert that. He sat up quickly. I did too. We both began to remove his clothe as fast as we could. I kept messing up, though, because I was so nervous that I might do something wrong. Finally, we got his coat and shirt off. I started to carefully pull down his zipper because I noticed the big bulge in his pants. "Is it going to hurt?" I ask, looking up at him with wide, wondering eyes. We stopped. My hand lay on his cock (this made me blush) and my other one traced his stomach. We were frozen. "You were.