I told her that I would love to do this again sometime, and she told me when she would be working. I knew this wasn't the end of it. I saw Chelsea at ...the strip club several more times after that. It was difficult to stay away. Sometimes I'd get a lap dance; sometimes we'd go back to the private area. On one or two occasions more she let me cum in her pussy. She always enjoyed teasing me with stories about her adventures with my daughter. I discovered that Abby and Chelsea had entertained. I mooches up to the news stand/shop and it’s only the young tart, the girl my goddess had been training, behind the counter. She’s about 18 and all dolled up like a cheap hooker. Just about every red-bloodied male would love to have a turn, especially the know-it-all young cavaliers, but oddly enough, she’s not my type. I prefer the oldies. I love that they are flattered and can’t believe their luck when a smooth, dashing young buck is on their case. Little do they know. I don’t want them to. It was smoky, clearly a smoker and tasted awful.The swimmer took hold of my right leg, which I was no longer holding and pushed it back. My arse raised up and his angle of thrusting therefore deepened. The pleasure was overwhelming and I started to cum. My arse gripped his dick with each spurt of jizz, which landed on my belly. He kept pounding my fat arse. He came inside me before pulling out. I let my legs and arse lower and sat up to catch my breath. The swimmer stood in front of me, his. To someone not familiar with such devices, it didn't look like much of anything. Even having drooled over this particular model in catalogs, Thule had almost missed it yesterday.Fortunately, it fit the adapter he had gotten with some much less expensive units. Plugging it into the adapter attached to a second computer, he started the software that would allow him to view what the tiny camera had recorded.Marigold stirred and looked up."I should get home," she said. Thule could hear the remorse.