"What are you? Where did you come from?" My world was fast coming unglued and I wasn't sure if I liked it.She placed a finger against her lips indicat...ng that I should be silent. Leaning forward, she caressed my face with her wonderfully soft hands. I quivered with the pleasure her touch sent through me. Then she planted quick little kisses all over my face, ending up at my lips where she kissed me long and slow. I opened my mouth and she pushed her long tongue down my throat. I pulled back at. “She’s who I wanted you to see, isn’t she un-fucking-believable?”I could only nod. If I had looked at Angie, I would have known there was something set-up, but as I said, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The music paused and the dancer was directly across from me as she stopped. She wasn’t breathing hard, which was a surprise because she was certainly working hard. I got my first good look at her. She was about my height and in phenomenal shape. Blonde, nearly white hair, her skin was so white it. After my divorce, Greta and I spent a lot of time out at Kelly’s place, sometimes spending whole vacation periods out there, with the kids running around having fun, riding horses or trail bikes, exploring the forest, and basically growing up together. In time, when Greta was old enough to get her driving licence, she could even drive out there herself if I had work or personal commitments, or even the occasional romantic engagement.The years seemed to go by surprisingly fast, and almost. Are you watching the clock Mobo? You are doing well, you have lasted twelve minutes, and so have we. I can see by the look on your face you are almost there. Now Mobo, now, now, cum for us!”He does while we have simultaneous orgasms.Mary was a regular visitor to my business. She was an attractive English blond with a sexy persona who always wore high heels that accentuated her good size 12 body and well shaped arse. She spoke with a rough English accent and always gave the impression of having.