The tables had a small candle on each table for light. The hostess had a little flashlight showing us to our table. We sat down next to each other.“...Your waitress, Rose, will be here in a second to take your order.” The hostess said. She then walked back out of the room.My eyes started to get custom to the low light. In the middle of the room was a stage, it had a pole in the middle of it. The tables were covered with a red table cloth that went all the way to the floor. The tables were in a. She gave him a little smile trying to reassure him a little bit as she took the towel off him.She now wiped her face clean of his cum.Once her face was clean of her son’s spunk.She just looked at him.She was trying to think of the best way she could handle this situation. She was quite surprised at how he had gotten hold of this kind of magazine.She had heard of Playboy magazine.But it was quite hard to find this kind of magazine in her small town.But she knew you could get this kind of thing. Like stirring custard my prick started to take on substance. The corrugations along it's length became plain against the tips of my fingers. My index finger pressed against the soft line of its underside. Press lightly and the tip tingles, press firmly and my balls grow heavy. I alternated and drove myself pulsingly hard.There came the point when I could no longer fit that grip. The head of my cock thudded against my palm, my wedding ring caught where my glans turns into my opening, my fingers. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Tasha ran to answer the door. It was Carly. "Hi Tash!" She said. "Is the water warm?" "I was just running it when you rang the doorbell. Let's get into it." "Yes, no time to waste." Carly agreed. She took off her shoes and placed them on the shoe shelf. Then she followed Tasha down the hall and into the bathroom. When they got into the bathroom, Tasha closed the door behind them. "Well, I guess that we should get undressed." Carly said. She started to.