I finally moved up and looked into her face as she panted and pushed into her tight slippery hole.I forced my cock all the way into her and held on fo... the ride. She bucked and thrust up as her pussy grasped, gripped and squeezed. I pulled back a minute later and began to fuck her with deep thrusts. She roared and screamed and wailed and howled as her body twisted and writhed around under mine.Her almost hot pussy was constantly tightening and squeezing as she squirted. I kept fucking the wild. That night Sally danced her heart out on stage in the PussyGalore, one of London’s trendiest and raunchiest strip clubs. Being naked on stage as the embodiment of the horny men’s best fantasies became a therapy for her. Dancing made her forget about her troubles at home and made her remember why she enjoyed being naked on stage.The place was buzzing with an excited capacity crowd and the music pulsated through her veins and throbbed in her clit. The whirling-coloured lights, her dancing. Never mind – he could worry about those details later. All that mattered now was the furtive individual who’d currently be skulking around his bedroom, collecting all the information they could later spill.Mastering his breathing once more, he unlocked the downstairs entrance to his section of the complex and made his way up the hallway stairs to apartment nine, the meagre space he’d been renting since the divorce debacle had begun. His fingers hovered at the key panel for a moment. He could. There will be a quiz after, though! The weekend dragged by. All I could think of was Jenny’s lips and how wonderful it was to kiss her. Fortunately, my wife had a whole list of things she wanted done around the house, so I managed to stay busy enough.Happy Monday, dear! I have been thinking about you all weekend. I just about got busted when I was daydreaming on Sunday and hubby asked why I was smiling! Looking forward to tomorrow. Meet me at the Cineplex 12 at 12:30, ok.Jenny, will the quiz be.