I'm really, really horny and I think you can help me out." Then she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a French kiss that I'll never forget.“... would love to help you out,” I said as I pushed her over to the long vanity that had six sinks and six mirrors. We started to hump and kiss and were soon ready to do the dirty, so I turned her around, pulled her shorts and panties down, then my own. She pulled her T-shirt up above her boobs and looked at me in the mirror as I eased my cock into. His wife once described them as being long, lean and lethal. The two women on the other hand were physical opposites. His Charlotte was tall and slim, wonderfully curved and patrician. Her hair was fair, as golden as corn silk. She habitually wore it coiled high on her head, emphasizing the slim column of her throat. Knowing what a kiss right ‘there’ beneath her ear would do to her gave him a jingle every time he admired that slender column. She was regal in her bearing, her coloring golden.. In the little black strapless dress, so perfect for her figure, she only she rivals the beauty of the roses. A string of pearls, her subtly tanned bare shoulders and her wonderful smile rival the moonlight. One step each and we are in each other’s arms. Our kiss is warm, moist but so gentle, so loving, yet so full of an indescribable longing. That longing is probably revealed in the way my hands slide over her body.I break the kiss, having noticed no obtrusions under her dress.“You’re not. On my first visit there alone I was very embarrassed and when I finally chose a movie to watch I had left the door slightly opened (so passers-by would know I wasn’t doing anything ‘naughty’!) A man had opened the door and asked to join me. I saw no harm in sharing so I consented. He stepped inside, locking the door behind him, and then offered me a blowjob. I had tried gay sex before and enjoyed it so, although surprised, I again consented. He went down on me but wasn’t very good and I knew.