“I want you to fuck me. Now.” Jack nearly choked on air. Her? Want him? But he wasn’t going to argue. Jack emitted a low growl and stood up, his...eagerness betrayed by the tent in his pants. It wasn’t even a tent, at this point. It was more of a marquee. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up with him. Her face glowed with excitement and desire. He dragged her to the toilets, pushing through the noisy club and reaching the toilets in record time. He’d barely even shut the door when she fell upon. I could clearly see the contours of her boobs and she looked amazing. She had nice boobs, about 32C, and very perky. I started getting a hard on and was glad that my jeans could contain it. Since I grabbed both bottles, she didn’t have any way of getting back at me. So she hugged me trying to wipe her on my shirt. I put the bottles down and hugged her back. I was a terrific feeling. Then she slowly let go, looked at me, and gave me a kiss on my lips. Her lips were soft and juicy. I kissed her. James too was a little taken aback by it but soon seen it for what it was – completely harmless. He tried to get closer to my mum as he always felt my dad would kick his ass any time he looked at him, but even that didn't work.So for a year and a half we dated. We were in an actual relationship. We did the shopping together (amongst other boring couple-y stuff). And through it all, the sex remained amazing. Clothing stores; supermarkets; parks; parties; cinemas; clubs – you name it, we fucked. If it wasn’t in her Google calendar, then it wasn’t something she was open to exploring. He never understood the benefit of having a beautiful wife with brains and beauty, and let’s face it, the tits and ass of a 20-year-old, if they couldn’t break the monotony- and headboard- every now and then. He was bored, and thought this would be a great way to add a little spice to their everyday lives. Why did he ever think that inviting her out on a Wednesday, a “school night,” and to somewhere she.