There was a bed in the middle of the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Pauline The Slut will perform solo for your entertainment." Tony announced.I don't ...know if it was the lights or the crowd but my head began to spin. I felt like I was looking down on my body from above. I left the dildo on the bed and moved to the front of the stage.I danced in time with the music and began to run my hands all over my body. I fondled my breasts, ran my nail across my nipple before pinching really hard. I took my. The girls wanted to carry on from where we left off yesterday.I said, “nope, breakfast first. And then I want to try exploring outside if we can.”They were perplexed, I said, “later, we can go for it later again, but as much as I like it, sex isn’t always the only thing, shit, that was a bald-faced lie, if ever there was one, but let’s do other things as well.“As nice as a relationship based solely on sex can be, there comes a time, when reality sets in, even if it is only to go out to work,. She looks like a college kid, late teens maybe. Rich. Dark hair, expensive clothing. She flaunts her good looks. And she keeps fucking coughing with her mask off, clearly sick. I sit here wishing, imagining what I would do. If only I could. And then it happens. Everything stops. A low hum. Then calm. Peace and silence. I smile. I breathe in deep, taking in the moment. Then my mind races in possibilities. I look to my wife on my right, bundled up leaning on the window, trying to sleep. She. Having a woman eat me out just had a world of difference from a man eating me out. It was like apples and oranges, with the apples being dry and the oranges being quite juicy. As she noticed that I was really enjoying myself, she got a little more feisty. Even though I was moving a little frantically, she kept her mouth right on my pussy. I tried to focus on her face for a few seconds, but of course with all the pleasure I was getting, that was impossible. She stuck a couple fingers up into my.