You moans slightly as I reach for your breasts… cupping them in my hands… you pushes into me, breathing harder now…I feel your nipples stiffen i...n my hands. I whisper in your ear, ‘I want you. Now.’ You nod. Looking at you your face is slightly flushing red…you don’t look me in the eye….but you slowly unbutton your blouse….taking your time…the waiting a perverse form of pleasure….you are wearing a little black lace bra…Reaching down you unzip her skirt… allowing it to slip onto the floor…without. .She loved men, but women were her real desires.Many truck drivers that stopped by the club were woman. Strong, like her and adventurous.There was one, Nadia, a beautiful Russian woman who immigrated to US several years ago.She loved Dania, they both went on vacations together to tropical places and shared many a night together.In between her stops, she would take time out to visit with Dania.Dania had a beautiful little house in a suburban subdivision. It was a charming house with a beautiful. I love you more then anything in this world and I wish you could accept that."Those words had quickly melted my resistance and resolve. She wanted me? Had I heard her right? I started to feel a little dizzy. It was then that she noticed what I had not. My cock was super hard and the front of my robe had risen. She reached over and cast aside the front of my robe then grabbed my cock and looked up at me with innocence in her eyes, "Daddy, let me take care of you.". She stroked my cock just. "Feel good, doesn't it?"She was gritting her teeth as she waited for the last of her orgasm to subside. With a sigh, she moaned and let out a little laugh. "Real fucking good," she mumbled. "I should have fucked you a long time ago." My turn," Priscilla said. She looked extremely anxious about this anal experience. "I don't know, Prissy," Veronica muttered, still trying to recover from her orgasm. "You're awfully tight up there." But I want to feel what you just felt!"Veronica showed some.