I looked around, noticing various people watching. Some were pretending not to watch, others looked on in anger, and others were excited. I saw severa... men and women rubbing their crotches. I grew even more excited. The second man stood in front of me, placing his hands over mine to hold me in place, then kissed me. My tongue mingled with his. I groaned as my first orgasm hit me. I was being double teamed and I loved it. The man in front of me was in a well-cut suit. It showed off his muscular. " I felt weird saying it. He nodded. "Aren't you a little young, doll?" He replied and I smiled a bit. "Because I don't see you working at the counter, you're a pole dancer, aren't you?" I'm surprised you've watched me." I raised one of my brows, trying to hide my blush in my brunnete curls. He smiled. "So a pole dancer?" He asked and I began to get paranoid. "Yep. Just a drinking, dancing, fucking pole dancer." I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put onto his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I. Sarah was 20 years old, and no one suspected that a 60 year old guy would be any threat to her well-being. My wife staying on to watch some more games, whilst I would drive Sarah's car to take her home. With our home within walking distance, I said that I would walk home after I had delivered Sarah safely to her home.I carried her from the car to inside her home, carefully depositing her on the lounge chair. Sitting on the ottoman, I carefully removed her shoes and socks, noticing that a slight. And I replied u look so manly. He came near me and kissed my lip. And I reciprocated it and we kept searching pleasure in each other’s mouth for a while when he kept rubbing my ass and massaging it vigorously. While kissing we kept moving slowly to his bed room. Finally we stopped the lip lock. God! I was breathless. And I was ready for anything that evening.He asked me “so, what do you wanna do?” and I went like “should I remove your clothes or should I!” So he removed his jean and shirt and.