That explained why there had been no feminine underwear on the floor; neither of my women hadn't been wearing any for quite awhile.I cleared my throat.... "Ah, I see that the 'skinny tiny titty blonde trollop slut' and the 'big titted cow longhaired tramp' are just a bit better acquainted with each other than I had thought."Marsha, the nude and curvy female currently up on top, lifted her head temporarily out of Lindsey's dripping snatch and replied."We got bored while waiting for you. We were. Now I had a basis for comparison and noticed the differences in women. All good, I decided as I treasured each experience.Two years later things were going along pretty smoothly. Wanda was running the business maybe better than Dad had and enjoying it too. Molly and I were a tight couple. I was accepted by her parents and could stay overnight in her bedroom. Molly and Wanda were BFF with me as a common bond, and you can imagine my contentment alternating nights with them.Molly had early on. I was trapped in that delightfully torturous place between wanting and needing to cum and so not wanting the pleasure to end. sweet, sweet agony. i rolled and squirmed. i so wanted to touch.i opened my eyes to hear another man cumming off. i watched my screen as a middle aged man in the clip got his relief, spurting his ejaculate onto the floor. i could not stop myself, my cock was hard and one touch, one rub of my precum, a tickle under the head, you know that sweet spot i'm talking about, you. I haven’t a clue why I went to such a dismal nightclub in the first place.’ ‘It was a strip bar, as I recall,’ Henry said. ‘It was and I apologize again for taking you and Basil there. My mind was so cluttered with an odd infatuation for the girl, I couldn’t see that her talent was a fleeting dash of arousal manifested by a flash of bare skin under the darkened light of that seedy den. I don’t blame the two of you for leaving so abruptly. It brought me to my senses. I held nothing but disdain.