”“Well, how about a quickie? Then, you guys can browse as long as you want.”“If it’s okay with them.”Then, I said: “Oh, of course it is,...you two have fun. By the way, where are your dressing rooms?”“Dressing rooms? Oh, you city slickers are very funny. There aren’t any, and, if you and Kim want to fuck, there are condoms in the back room.”Then, Kyra asked: “How can you tell?”“Well, when I kissed you, I saw something growing in her shorts.”“Oh, well then, let’s go.”“Actually, on second thought,. You can smell my cock and semen, and you get even more wet thinking about it being inside your hairy tight pussy. I pull my self away from kissing you and pull your zebra print nightie off over your head. Your hipster panties are drenched from the excitement of being able to finally love me. You push my gently backwards until I am sitting on your bed. You bend down to your knees and pull my shirt off over my head and you pull my underwear off afterward. You see my hard cock and smell my semen,. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned at the bliss that throbbed down my shaft to my cunt. I whimpered, my blonde hair spilling around my head. This was all such a delight.My pussy clenched, my orgasm building faster and faster. I would have such a wonderful cum. Just a mighty burst of pleasure. It would be fantastic. I wanted to just spurt all that cum out of my twat. Just fire all that cum over and over again.It was perfect. Just the delight that I needed to experience.“Mrs.. Things were different now.She could feel him quiver a bit with each hard thrust. Almost like a steady beat he pressed himself to her. She looked quickly at him but his eyes where closed. She wondered if he was thinking of someone else while he pressed on with this sex act. It could not be called making love, there was nothing between them anymore. She had found out about the women he would see on his frequent business trips. She only hoped he would wear a condom when he paid these whores.