I shook, like I was made of rags, all flopping around.A hot wash spread between my thighs. Shaking like a jelly, rocking andtwitching. It went on for ...ges, or it felt like it did. My chestwobbled horribly."Don't touch her," the woman shouted sharply."She's only fitting, I want to move that rock away from her head." Don't touch her!" Louder, insistent. Who were they talking about? TheIndian girl I'd found? Must be. "Op Acoustic," the woman snapped. "OpAcoustic! Don't fucking touch her." What. The conversation throughout the sumptuous dinner consisted of Sandy and Jan talking to each other, allowing Stan and Bob to speak among themselves. They spoke very little.After the ladies ordered cherries jubilee for dessert, Jan unbuttoned her jacket, as did Sandy. Their nipples poked proudly and the whole of their breasts were clearly outlined through the sheerness of the camisoles they wore. Their waiter fumbled ever so slightly in placing the dessert dishes in front of the women.While the. I stripped off and was rock hard, my 6” stuck in the air, he pulled his undies down and he was also rock hard, I gripped his cock and he looked at me, “Just testing” I said as I smiled at his 8”, “Now go in there and lick her”.We walked in and mike knelt down at the foot of the bed and ran his tongue over her clitoris, she jumped and moaned, I stood watching for a minute as Mike licked my wife. I then got on the bed and ran my cock over her lips she said “Who are you” and I said “It’s me” and. My best memories were when his partner was almost dead he was so high he even looked dead. Johnny wanted some excitement so we went to Boys Town In Chicago, a strip of gabbers one of which hired me to clean. We went to what was a new gay bar called Christopher street after a string of other bars. We were 3 sheets to the wind when we got there. He wanted to dance and so smittened by him I did. That is one of the best memories of Johnny and me dancing together we fell on the floor because when.