He wanted me to invite another girl to bed with us. My reaction was one of upset. Wasn’t fucking me good enough? Weren’t my three holes satisfying... I was pissed at him. And I was also a little disgusted. I wasn’t gay. I had never thought about being with a woman before. I loved cock and I might add, cock loved me. I was a little hard body with nice flat abs and great plump titties. My hair is long and blonde and I’m pretty. And lesbians were supposed to be, what, dykes? I guess I had no idea.. .. some ... but I have a few jewels that are easier to sell. Uncut diamonds, some emeralds, a few rubies," mentioned Bill. "Somewhere I have nearly a million in pre 1928 hundreds ... we could go first class and buy a Spartan or a Howard." Bill hummed to himself, "I wonder where I put that?" A Spartan? Bill, a Spartan is twenty five thousand dollars." Retractable landing gear." Staggerwing has retractable gear." 257 miles per hour." Oh..." Low wing monoplane ... no wires." Oh..." All metal .... Even the bartender, Leila, couldn't take her eyes off of my wife’s deep cleavage. And Leila herself was a hottie (late twenties I’d say, dark hair, green eyes, great body), and she showed some deep cleavage of her own. Very nice! By the time we were on our second drink, only one guy was left at the bar. We were almost ready to leave because the place was... well, so boring that neither my wife nor I were even horny anymore. Just before we were about to get up and go, a good-looking guy, in his. She gasps as the extra weight impales her on your cock—the head grinding against her cervix. You hold her juicy ass and slowly lift her up and down your pole. Her legs and hips aid the motion as she grazes her clit against your stomach. She’s as close to coming as you, and you feel her legs tighten. You shift your grip. Your fingertips part her ass cheeks and you press a finger an inch into her tight hole. “Oh fuck,” she says, following it with an animal groan. She bites your shoulder as she.