Not to guide. Just to touch. To feel the movements my eyes are glued to. Your head is down. I can’t see your face, but know your eyes are closed as ...you relish this salacious dance.I can hear your breathing. I can hear it quicken as the tempo of your dance quickens and your quivering cheeks stroke my cock.Groans mix in with your breathing, as if my cock were plunging inside you every time you slid down. As if I were buried balls deep in you. As if your sex were sucking the cum from me.Your right. Those guys had to releave themselves first then one of my girlfriends went to pee and took what seemed like an hour before comming out.I then went to the bathroom and when I came out my fucking friends left me!I couldnt fucking believe it. Those bitches still hadnt grown up after all these yrs.I called them and they were laughing and they said have fun then hung up.Meen while those guys had a porn on the TV and it was 2 guys doing a fat ass chick like me.I was embarressed nodoubt and said why. I withdrew my shaft demanding to know what was up. Your prick was too long she replied. Curious at this we examined the offending shaft and finally saw that my prick had grown at least a thumb length (2.5") longer than it was. My wife not wishing to be harpooned by this monster decided she would ride the shaft. I lay back as she lowered her now dripping cunt down unto this trunk. It slipped slowly into the hole and she moaned as it entered her ever receptive pussy. Slowly at first she. The show ended, and the bar closed. While Vicky was getting things straightened up behind the bar, I put away some sound gear, then went into the office and hung out with the guys who owned the place, who were pretty cool. I told them I was giving Vicky a ride home, and they both smile and talked about how much they would like to spend some "quality" time with her. I didn't have any big expectations, since she hadn't given me any kind of signal.As it turned out, she wasn't really into hot.