Debra was every bit an active participant during sex. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to make it happen. Her mother was like that too... but over the years she had learned to know what she liked, where had a fourteen-year-old girl like Debra learned what she liked, certainly not from nineteen dumb ass teenagers.One of her requests for me to fuck into her with her one leg flat on the bed and her other leg straight up my chest with her foot over my head. In that position I could get. ”The woman stood up and smiled brightly. “Good to see you! I’m Amanda Whitman, we spoke on the phone. And this would be--” she glanced down, noting Jessica’s ring, “--your wife?”“Jessica,” she said with a thin smile. I barely noticed, though; I was too busy fighting the urge to gawk openly at Ms. Whitman.Don’t get me wrong. My wife is beautiful. 5’10”, nearly as tall as me, slender, with a youthful, sweet face, big blue eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair and not an ounce of extra fat anywhere on. ”The bouncer blushed and seemed a little unsure of himself in front of my shocking and gorgeous date and I couldn’t help but admire her, and be pleased I wasn’t the victim of her acid wit.“I am sorry,” he seemed genuine, “but it’s the boss’s orders”.“Ok!” said Shirl, then she whispered to him “but I am taking this bottle and this gorgeous curvy brunette back to my hotel room where we will finish off the wine and then I will be inserting it in her pussy to bring her to a screaming orgasm, I want. “That’s as it should be.” She paused and took a deep breath, holding my eyes. “I love my husband. I really do. But there are times when I’d like to beat some sense into him. He’s stubborn, prejudiced, and closed minded. On the other hand, within limits, he’s honest and straight as a die. Also, he loves his daughter and wants the best for her; the problem being that he can’t see that what he sees as the best ... is not the same as she. Tell me ... one of the things your mother disapproves of ....