All ofthe girls had very male occupations and valued discretion becauseexposure could really harm them professionally and otherwise. All of thegals we...re wearing dresses and skirts,proudly displaying their pretty nyloned legs and high heels for effect.After a little small talk and a lot of wine we were off to the club.When we arrived about 10, the place was jumping, there were all types ofmembers representing the gay community from the bears to the butches,tough looking lesbians and plenty of. This was a full-body orgasm with no point of origin or terminus, hitting everywhere at once with equal force—her limbs, her skin, her brain. Even her bones seemed somehow to vibrate with it. As the rapturous spasms subsided and the muscle quivering slowed, the exhausted wife lost all power of movement. All she could do was lie there immobile, pinned like a butterfly by the giant brown lance, inwardly gawking in astonishment at having discovered yet another level of carnal satisfaction. It. Her body was full of lust, but she was shaking a bit from nervousness.“OK, baby. I’ll fix us a drink and turn some music on,” Daddy replied, letting go of her hand so she could enter her room.Angel closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked herself. Her body was on fire. She slipped her hand down the front of her leggings and gave her soaking pussy a squeeze, then rubbed her clit. “Fuck, I need a man,” she moaned. “Fuck it, I’m doing. When we came back to this world, we were grinning at each other like virgins after their first fuck.Randy whispered, “Did I meet your expectations, Mrs. Turner?”“Oh honey, you have a beautiful cock that filled me up completely and stretched me to my limit. I swear you used that big thing on me so good, it was like I’d never had sex before,” I said.“So you don’t think you made a mistake, marrying an old man?” Randy asked.“I’m delighted to be your wife, sweetheart. I promise you I’ll never have a.