She was in such a daze, she didn't remember walking with him to the coffee shop in the station. She didn't remember telling him what drink she would l...ike. She didn't even remember him paying and directing her to a table in the corner of the shop, next to the toilets.They sat at the table for God knows how long, just talking. Finding stuff out about family, relationships, work. You know, the usual stuff, before he said it. The one thing she was secretly wishing he would say."I have to say, I'm. She laid down on her back with a pillow under her ass and pulled her stocking-clad knees up to her chest. She spread her butt cheeks and said “Saddle up, cowboy”! This is the moment I have dreamt about since I first saw her puckered, fuzzy, virgin ass. Earlier, she had secretly decided that she would give anal a try on our Colorado vacation and had gotten a full wax job in preparation. She always rejected any backdoor penetration, so I never noticed the absence of hair back there. Stupid. Her legs were locked into a spreader bar and Margo found herself incapable of getting off the saddle.Her night was off to an interesting start.Eddie was used to odd meetings with strangers in out of the way places, but it had been a long night followed by not nearly enough sleep, and topped with a full day at work. He wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with a lot of clandestine bullshit. Still, as was always the case with Eddie, he had a job to do and was determined to see it though – even. She unbuttoned a few more buttons on her corset, and folded the silk aside to reveal both nipples. I held her shoulders and would rub the head of my dick against one nipple and then the other, back and forth. She was liking it, and got excited when pre-cum coated her right nipple in a slick glaze. Time was up, I was glad.Jessica spun. Hers came up pussy before the large ones stopped, then we all eyed it as it came to rest on Donna. We look at Donna's spin, it rested on foot. The spinner cards.