I miss her so much, my Darcy. She would always say she needed to lose 10 pounds and I would always tell her how I loved her curves. I miss her 5’3�...� (she’d say 5’5′) of perfect body (for me) wrapped around my face, head, cock, hands or whatever I put in her. ‘As long as it feels good, babe’, I could do whatever I wanted to her. She’d beg for my cock, deep throat my 7′, swallow my cum, and kiss me afterward. She’d suck her own juices off my cock following a good hard pussy fuck. When she wanted. "Don't worry, Lisa, he'll take it real slow, I promise you, you'll love it. He's a great lover. And Kenny and I can watch, right Ken?" She and my brother sat down as Steve put the cushions back down for us. I knew that Sandra had the tube of sperm-killer stuff and I got down and opened for her to put it up inside me. Then she went back and sat with my brother. Steve stood over me with his huge dick wavering, it really looked enormous. He then lay down next to me and kissed me for several. As she tried to grab it from my out-stretched hand, we toppled to the ground; me on my back and her sitting astride my crotch. I held the ball at arms length over my head, and as she leaned forward to try to grab it, her clothed pussy lips and clit came into contact with my increasingly-hard cock. Alice got the most curious look on her face, and slowly began to rock her crotch back and forth over the bulge in my pants. She quit reaching for the ball, and instead grabbed my shoulders for. We got to the club and I had a panicked moment as we stood in line to get in. At home, I was careful to go to places that didn't card, and most of the T- clubs didn't ask for an ID as a rule. Kim leaned up to the bouncer and whispered into his ear for a few moments and they laughed lightly together. Kim smiled at me, "You're being carded Patricia, show the man your license." I pulled my Lance ID out of my borrowed small black purse, the bouncer stared at my license for a moment then handed it.