“Remember when we all used to sit there on the beach when it was windy and we’d all sit close and the men would make a little fire? And your Dad w...ould always make that joke about rubbing two boy scouts together to make fire.”He was a bit of a card, my Dad, always flirting with the ladies“I’ve got one match left,” Joan whispered. “What are we going to do when that’s gone?”“We’ll have to think of some things we can rub together,” I said, still nervous but gaining in confidence. Joan rubbed my arm. The bell rings to get our attention. ‘Hello, ladies, and welcome to The Match Club. For those of you who are familiar with us you know how this works, but since I see a few new faces in here I will go over how this works.’ As I look up I can see the face of the man who is addressing us… he must be the publicities director… He looks about 25ish… beautiful green eyes and bright red hair. As I catch myself staring he winks at me… no, it must be something in his eye. You see men don’t wink at me,. At that point I expected her to go for my boxers, but instead she stood up and put her arms around me. She pressed her face into my chest, and just stood still. Not knowing what to do at that point, I put my arms around her and held her for a moment. Finally she turned her head to the side. “Six years.” She said. “I went without for six years until I finally found out that he was cheating.” I let her gather herself for a bit while I wondered how any man could resist, let alone turn. She was really feeling the wine , she had drank a half of a bottle with three pills crushed up in them. I asked her if I could hand cuff your hand behind her back and she sure. I didn't want her grabbing Markus head as she started to moan and jump around pushing her ass into Markus face.Markus had to stop eating her sweet pussy and allow me to put on the hand cuffs. I could see Markus was getting a boner and maybe she would suck his throbbing cock. I motioned for him to get up and rub his cock.