Max began to cry.“Oh, don't cry!” I said, and moved over to the sofa, next to him. “Here, come here!”I took him in my arms and held him, and w...ile he hugged me and sobbed, I kissed his wet face, and stroke his soft hair. Still sobbing, he kissed my cheeks and my eyelids, and when I dried his tears with the back of my hand, he kissed my lips over and over again.I held his head, and kissed him. His tongue went in between my lips, wet and warm, and I answered his kisses without hesitation. He. The feeling of the flooragainst her pussy gave her a great thrill. She always wondered what thatfelt like for women. She rubbed her genitals back and forth on the groundfor good measure, then leapt to her feet and inspected herself. A perfectdancers body. The Lycra hugged her in all of the right places like a lover.So perfect was the fit that she could not see a wrinkle, especially aroundher cunt and tits. It wrapped around them with a tight caress that served asa constant reminder to herself,. As she was exiting and going up the ramp, she pulled her jacket closed to cover herself. In no time at all she’s pulling into the garage, she gets out of her convertible and heads into the house. Hearing the garage door, her husband has a glass of wine awaiting her. They greet with a kiss and he gives Marilyn the glass of wine. Joe her husband asked if she was doing some “stress management” on the way home, to which she replied’ yesssss’ with a big smile. Joe asked if she were ready o go out. You do taste so good, Tamara."Within seconds, I was hard again.Suzy shook her head in disbelief. "Is there no way of making you soft? Don't sweat it, babe. A hard man is good to find. Let's go party."Forty minutes later, we arrived at the mystery club that Suzy and Rachel frequented. As I guessed, it was a women's place, a special woman's place.The taxi driver who took us to the address Suzy gave him couldn't stop staring at us. As he drove, his hungry eyes kept moving from Suzy to Rachel to.