"The first girl's panties I ever wore was named Barbie. She was an eighteen-year-old dancer with blonde hair too." "Well, you look like her, now," re...plied Ken. I laughed. "So, we're going to be Ken and Barbie, tonight?" "Yes," he replied. "And Ken really wants to fuck Barbie good." "And Barbie really wants to be fucked by Ken good too," I said smiling. I reached down and adjusted my clitty dick which was growing even harder when I thought about being "Barbie" for Ken, all night. He was. I knew all of them because the men’s drill team and women’s drill team all traveled to state conventions together and my wife was on the Auxiliary team also. When at a convention we had plenty of time to party and together, and several of our wives belonged to the Women’s Auxiliary also. So everyone knew everyone. That being said, back to the bar.Like I said, I was in the bar having a drink and talking to the bartender. I do not know what we talked about now due to the many years that have. Demure was more in love with her than Glade thought possible for such a self-centred woman. She wasn't sure whether Demure just loved the idea and memory of her long-time lover rather than the older woman Glade was now, but Demure's confused, unfocused but intense passion very much matched Glade's own. It was love for Glade that had sustained Demure for all these years. It was love that persuaded her to leave the security of her village for the long, risky trek south to Glade's. I ried to be honest, I loved it. It was amazing, but I wanted to be apart of the action. It didn't take long for his cock to get hard again (not bad for an almost 40 year old man). Jose had caught on to Nora talking while fucking. As he was getting hard he started talking to her and asking if she liked his cock, was it big enough, should I go fast or slow. He even started talking to me. Should he cum in her mouth or pussy. They were both getting into this fuck when he kind of went to far. He.