Bill seemed like he might be on the verge of violence. His fists were tight, white-knuckled balls, and he was breathing heavily, staring daggers at Lu...ke. His next words seemed calmer, but there was a lurking threat behind them that grew as he spoke.“After her little vacation to ‘think about it’ by planting herself in your bed for a while, she came back to the house, sat me down, and broke my heart. She told me everything, in excruciating detail. And then she hit me with her own ultimatum. She. I’m unsure as to whether anyone realised that the visible triangle between my legs was not a g-string at that point, but Mike certainly discovered as much later, as he asked me for the waltz which followed. His searching hands on my bottom as we danced told him in no uncertain terms that I was bereft of cover on my nether regions.The other two men at the table were actually surprisingly encouraged by their respective wives to ask me to dance, although with the first being a barn dance, and the. A look I had seen many times before. I heard her ask him if he would eat her pussy for her, to make it wetter, so he would get a really great fuck from her. He was anxious to have a lick at her smooth, fresh-shaved, little pussy. She laid back, opening her legs, and pulling her knees up as high as she could so he would have good access to her twat. He, as most did, stuck his tongue as deep inside her pussy as he could manage. It was VERY deep. She hissed in pleasure as it slid into her wet. What she had in mind was a pair of clueless teenagers over eighteen with a laid-back attitude to renting out the use of their mouths, pussies and asses to the sex-starved males that seemed to be in all walks of life these days no matter where you went or did in a sex-oriented society that valued getting laid more than any other goal imaginable.She had already determined the best marks were the unhappily married guys that drank too much and partied too much and were free with their hands and.