Dominic spotted Mark at the other end of the bleachers and made his way over to him.“Well Mark, here we go again.”“It never ends does it? What d...o you say we go have a beer? These two can find their own way home.”“Sounds like a capital idea. The Gentleman’s Club?” asked Dominic.“The Gentleman’s Club it is. Lead on Alfonse,” announced Mark.The two husbands left as their wives continued to debase themselves in the oily ring. With a solid grip on each other’s hair, Barbara and Teresa rolled about. Then the Puerto Rican and white guy kneel on the end in front of me. You don't have to tell me what to do next as I know you want me to suck them both off ... I take the Puerto Rican's cock in my mouth first, dropping to my elbows so that I can grab the white guys cock and switch between them ... and then I feel your hand on my pussy, rubbing and massaging my lips with the palm of your hand ... and then I feel the tip of a cock sliding into me but I know it's not yours ... my tight pussy grabs. “Drown me in your juices, Miss Daisy!”Her cream trickled down my chin to my neck. There was so much of it. It was just spilling out of her. I felt so naughty and wanton for doing this. For enjoying this delight. I was such a wicked girl. My pleasure swelled in the depths of my pussy. Every rub of my fingers up and down my groove brought me closer and closer to exploding.I nipped Miss Daisy's clit.“Ooh, you naughty girl!” she moaned in my imagination. “I love naughty girls like you! You sexy. Her politeness indicated a lady of some education in the social graces. She had already demonstrated that he had two huge tits hidden under her tent, but she was not, in any way, shape, or form, really pretty. In college the term used for girls like her was “Butter Face”. As in her body is fantastic, but her face is a no so great.“I write erotica. It was an erotic romance.”“Erotica? As in porn?”“No. I don’t write stroke stories. That’s what those kinds of stories are called. Those stories are.