Still, you had to hand it to the guy, he knew how to throw a party.I was in my sixth year of membership in the Society, and that meant a lifetime trip...on the gravy train. You need two things to get in; a penis, and the kind of fortune most human beings don’t even know exists in private hands. I made mine the hard way, building and selling oil tankers. I bet against myself just before the gulf spill and made billions overnight. My first party invitation came a week later.Now its all. "Stay here," she said.I obeyed and put my face in my hands, pretending to be confounded by my lustful thoughts. I wanted the warmth of a woman, and I wanted to feel that warmth on my cock. I wanted her breasts in my hands, her legs rubbing mine. I desired for her attention and love. It was wrong, or so they say, to lust after the woman I wanted. But seeing her pumping legs, squeezing in and out, imagining it was her vagina squeezing my blood engorged penis, moaning with passion as I pumped in. ’ ‘I’m off in 2 hours, can we talk then?’ I felt like I was dreaming, I had waited 5 years to hear him say this to me, I had to wonder if I was dreaming, ‘Look, Vin, my cell number is still the same.’ I walked over to my car and grabbed a pen, ‘This is my address, I’ll make us a strong pot of coffee since I have a funny feeling that we’ll need it.’ He took my business card and looked at the address on the back, ‘ I will be there as soon as I can.’ ‘Look, Vin. Maybe you’d better call me before. It was early in the morning before anyone was up. I remember he was fucking her hard while he bent her over. Sunlight was filtering through the trees daddy thought hid them. He slapped her ass when he was done then told her to get him some coffee. She looked sad as she pulled up her panties while cum rolled down her leg, but didn't say a word as she walked back to the trailer.Before daddy got too tired, we got lucky and arrived in a small town with a few buildings constituting downtown,.