Looking in the mirror she smiled: ‘Morning sleepy head!’ ‘You’re getting dressed. I was rather hoping …’ he let the sentence fade. ‘Ther...e are two good reasons why that log you have between your legs is not coming anywhere near me. First, I have to collect my daughters from their dad’s place in … err … thirty two minutes. Then I have to get them to their football training. Now I could come back then and … we could erm … you know, do as you suggest. But then there’s the second reason. I don’t. When I was finally done she squeezed my quickly softening cock one more time which sent a surge of pleasure throughout my body.“Got any towels around?”“Um they are far now, here” I handed her a shirt which used to clean everything up“Shit that was amazing, lay down so I can return the favour”“Nope, this day is all about you babe. That can come another time” we both laughed realising what she’d just done there.“I’ll be right back.” She darted out of the room and I had no idea why but was in no. Though most of the club-goers were several years younger, she fit right in. She actually enjoyed the less than stellar attempts of the young men in the club to pick her up almost as much as the band. The endless stream of propositions continued right up to the tail end of the band’s encore.“Hey,” the dark haired man screamed at her as he moved in next to her, dancing badly and sporting a soul patch on his chin. She guessed he was probably eighteen at the most, and he was one of a group of. ” He kept avoiding eye contact, but his face was red. He pulled off his t-shirt and unzipped his pants. He wore underpants so stained, there wasn’t a patch of white left on them. “Y-you gonna get naked?”I grinned past him. The man with cooling noodles had pulled out his cock and was slowly wanking. He eyes stared blankly.“Yes, Arnie.” I sat down and unhitched my bra. I let it fall to the grimy floor.“You real pretty, Lady.”“Thank you, Arnie. Are you gonna show me your man part?”“Uh-huh.” He.