Realizing I wanted more than pictures, I borrowed a tabloid from a friend of mine called "The Spectator". In it were ads to meet people and after over...oming a few initial jitters I called a girl's number (I don't remember her name)...it didn't go well. Being too honest I told her this was my first time; she made a disgusted sigh and hung up on me. Realizing forthright honesty was probably not a good idea I tried another number, Gloria, who boasted a 9" cock. Really...9 inches? Only porn stars. (I still vividly remember all those woebegone eyes looking up as I passed the doors at the shelter; dogs are companionable creatures (once the pack hierarchy is sorted) and that’s why I always went for a dog-sitting service rather than straight stockade-like boarding kennel. It’s more expensive, but they get much more human interaction.)We cleaned up – like me, Mel hates to come back to an untidy home – and I took the bags out to my car. Mel checked the house was all locked up and the alarm. "Oh, just some trouble at home." He said sadly."What? The wife cheating on you?" She said as the bartender put her drink before hear."No, sort of the opposite. I cheated on her." He finished his second vodka tonic."Your first time?" Yeah, and I'm feeling guilty about it." Well, I used to when I was younger, but it's stopped bothering me a long time ago." She squeezed his thigh. "My husband and I have a pretty open relationship now. He fucks around and so do I." You're pretty open about it. Does. “Oh God, baby yes!” Cindy and Sandra were both getting in to it so Cindy started to rub Sandy’s clit gently as she was licking her breasts. As they were kissing they both started rubbing each other’s clits as they whispered each other’s names. “Baby, I gotta lick your wet pussy, it smells sooo goood,” Cindy whispered. “I’ve never done that!” Sandra said fully excited, “but turn around I’ll do what your doing baby!” They both whimpered as their tongues touched the other ones swollen clit..