Now that I have you soaked it’s time to fuck. I take my hands and put them on your ass, and I lower you right down on my dick. Slow and steady at fi...rst. You wiggle and sigh as my dick slides in nice and deep. You sit for a second and enjoy the tiny moments as my dick head is as deep as your pussy can handle. That painful feel good! Hahahhaha I watch your ass muscles twitch and flex as you enjoy your ride. I hear you say “I gotta cum, this feels to good!” You then pick up the pace and start this. When the third song began, the music was ?girls, girls, girls? by Motley Crue and my wife was now kissing the dancer while still stroking his dick. While my wife?s head was turned he looked up and back at me again with a look like is this okay? I gestured it was nodding and he then got up somewhat and kneeled in front of my wife. He pulled her forward by the hips so that her hips were over the edge of the couch and while she was still kissing the dancer he pulled his bulging cock up and placed. Ourhips pumped in unison, his descending butt into my rising dick, as our comepulsed out, shot after shot, his chest and my jeans getting soaked. I wasamazed at the quantity of come that just kept gushing out of his dick.Finally, both our dicks had stopped squirting, and the moans and thrustssubsided into deep, calm breathing, as he lay on top of me.The real world suddenly flashed into my brain -- this big, occasionallynasty, drunk jock, with whom, until. She was wearing the same jacket and skirt but she looked more beautiful than she had done when I had invited her in to drink Brigit’s cup of coffee. Over yet another cup of coffee Deirdre smiled at me. I could feel my instant response. ‘Thank you, Brigit,’ I thought.“I can feel Brigit’s presence here,” Deirdre announced. “She’s been here more than once, hasn’t she?”“Yes.”“In the flesh?”I blushed. Deirdre’s eyes opened wide. She stared at me as if she’d seen a ghost. She put her empty cup down.